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I forgot who to call...

And those days where that phone rang

Believing that everything would last forever

From those times...

Only the voices and laughter remain in the memory

The memories, of the good times to carry on.

The clock stops again

Between four empty walls...

My mind throws me into a pit with no way out

Living again... my personal apocalypse

Regret for my mistakes is present

Always after midnight

The city feeds on them to live…

The images are mixed

The mountain of dry leaves begins to fly

Like a dream you can't remember

All this will happen...

Maybe its better this way