Letting Go of Yesterday

A loss of dreams
we thought were coming true
I feel it
when I think of you
and I wonder if you feel it too

an aching kind of pain
in memories retained
and even when I look into your eyes
where once I saw the endless skies
now I see an emptiness reflected

the mirror is dulled
the game's been called
because of misery
and 'cause letting go of yesterday
is so very hard to do


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