That bitter taste of lemon
A big lie, when they say
There never is a middle ground,
Did I actually see it
And you smile, is it the end of a road
Like a river flowing downhill, mere water
That accomplishes nothing
Another kite cut heartlessly
Where do I collect the remnants of that colorful flight
In this hollow dark night
A big lie, when they say
It’s all in the journey
Only meant to pacify the losers
There never is a middle ground,
Either you make it or you don’t; history will tell
Only that your run was not good enough
Only that your run was not good enough
Did I actually see it
Or was it just another mirage in my desert
Beautiful but not a part of my story any more
Beautiful but not a part of my story any more
And you smile, is it the end of a road
Or that of a journey, unkind future
to give a small hint.
to give a small hint.
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