By Jared Clouthier • Lisbon High School
And I turn and fade to the years we had love.
So many times we felt complete happiness.
Now torment tears at us, as the angels watch from above.
Weep as they may we fall astray, never looking back.
Never reaching our hands out to find each other
Dreaming of the good times we now label m black.
So the world consumes our lives and you drift to another.
But sorrow and tears of a past love will stay.
For every time you look into the mirror,
All you ever see now is emptiness.
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