It's probably already too late. It had been foreseeable for a long time
That things would fall apart, the wind can change so quickly
Where are all the doubts that were so terribly important to you?
Why have you lost everything I admired about you?
The last bit of friendship, the time when we were immortal
Just a photo album without data without numbers
In search of the truth
Most people lie to themselves
Then the force of the impact hits unexpectedly
Only when the last curtain falls are you alone
It was such a long way and yet not long enough for us
But the only thing what counts is your very last wish
Tell me what you want to hear and I'll tell you
On trust in empty words and how to lose it
Less the disappointment, but rather the attempt
To save a piece of what is not worth saving

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