The end of the weekend is you,
Something to look forward to;
I'm in a highstrung mood today,
You'd know why.
We're both chasing the same Sun,
But you're edging too close to the sea,
Would you really fall where the ends meet?
I am edging too close to the flames,
Soon I cannot feel the same Sun,
My fears would perish in its prowess.
There're words we fear we won't hear,
Both sets of lips silent in defiance -
It shouldn't be such a bad thing after all,
Since there's nothing left to give,
Nothing left to share, nothing to destroy,
Nothing to still the beating of my heart...
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