tired of the way the sun breaks
when it shatters through the blinds
the dust of passing chapters
lingering inside
a sudden loss of levity
a certain lack of grace
these moments and their memories
forget how things have changed
and I still will cry
adrift within this song
but it's different now
not exactly broken, not entirely wrong
simply winding down
waiting for the fade
letting go of having to be
something someone else has made
and weariness seems
to bring a sort of peace
like warmth to hold the weeping
as they lay aside their dreams
and though this day is long
it will not escape the night
for this is the way of the world
this is the way of goodbye

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