I see the bridges burning in the background;
A playlist to a life that did not live.
Wasting time waiting at the crossroads
For a train with no tracks.
Nothing left but ashes and attachments.
They mean nothing in the mirror
And less in the mind.
I realize you're left behind.
The bridges have been burned,
And tables have turned.
You lost your way
And I'm here to stay.
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