Everybody Leaves In The End

 

Times have passed, days have gone

Sadness lies every inch of bone

You were there till the work is done

There won’t be “you” for the days to come

Clock will tick and the sun will rise

Fooled me twice but never will thrice

There won’t be a hand for you to lend

I should have known all leave in the end

But the crime you did late last December

Will forever stay and will always remember

One day you’ll come in terms with yourself

There won’t be a me nor even himself

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