On midnight wings the stardust dreams do cherish through the night.
Lonely thoughts, leave me now
for as I gaze around, I realize...
That you were always there for me.
Always willing to offer that smug response,
Each word long said and meant to say.
And as I ponder what has happened,
I keep in mind that we were happy.
You and I at one time ago.
It's different now isn't it?
Words are said and words are lost.
What was done echoes more.
Awake the dreamer, hear him crying.
Offer him the worst and less.
And so as I could never be.
What you wanted, what you see.
I lay here now and contemplate.
What it means to reciprocate.
You owe me more than time long spent.
I owe you a heart of contempt.
Each phrase be put and evermore lost.
Heart's content and nevermore song.
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