Michael Louis Wells: Music

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And all along there's something wrong you can't defend this time. Always made in faith the fears that may have all give way this time. No more to say, just go away and there you'll stay this time. And what I find before me just as big as lies you've sown. Waking fully grown. Shaking all that's known. Breaking what was home. Til it's nothing at all. As of yet I'm just beset can't understand this time. Still something there and don't you care? It isn't fair this time. Talk to you? I always do. It's nothing new this time. But when I try you just deny. I never find you there. Alone in just believing, I'm left only feeling now bereft of any meaning. It's nothing at all. And so awake I make the break I need to take this time. It's not my fate. Easy to hate you. But it traps me there this time. I'll never know just how I go but know I can this time. I finally find it's not so hard to know you'll only live in memory.,., where you'll be... Memory that I see... fade and just recede. Til you're nothing at all.