This was never meant to be a worthwhile investment
A wasted opportunity that led to distress
My time was spent, my efforts spilt, all emotion drained.
Colours are lost and the sky seems a darker shade of dreary
Like a stranger in Moscow, the language barrier is evident
I don’t get you nor do you me
The deed is done and the death of it all is the best of it
What once was, has become a lesson in choices
You can’t fool me a second time
Nor can I be dragged into that which pays no dividends
Thanks for moments that have now decayed
All returns to the soil. Nothing lasts.

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