My heart mourns the painful back-stab of fate
New chances seem old, old chances seem new
Irrational fears begin to translate
into confusion about what I've done
destroyed many lives systematically
proving that I will just end up alone
This can't be proven mathematically
No logic applied, or reason explains
the possible answers missed between years
No magic equation can contain
the algorithm for infinite tears
If I could substitute the right numbers
my dreams could exist in peaceful slumber
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