The Secrets of the Sins We Leave Behind

The sanctuary of time turns the tide,

Biting nails, gripping party anthems

Mark a wasteful youth

 

Fretting feelings fleeting, emotions that stir

Comets reappear with its icy tail of despair

Impacting a slumbering world

 

Forging a fork in the road, fractures the frame

Pioneering a new structure from the ruins of the old

Moving forward, never to look back

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