Walking in the other direction
is a life I am now used to.
Holding on is no use,
it’s time to let go, again.
The tour bus honking in the distance,
my face, and those of my best friends,
plastered in HD on the side.
A teardrop in your eye, but alas,
our moment was meant to be fleeting.
Goodbye, time for you to go back to your life,
and for me to go back to breaking guitars,
on a stage, while faces scream before me,
alone among a thousand faces,
I stand.


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