I don't want to fade to black.
I can't be another silhouette in your lives.
When this moment is over, you'll forget me.
And everything we did, we talked about.
Then where would i be?
What would happen then?
Brief moment's goodbye?
As much as we'd like to believe,
Our time's running out.
When that last grain hits the pile,
You're gonna want to remember all the great things that happened.
Why waste time with these formalities?
T.C.
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