Memory lane.

Heart racing like a horse,
Vains are pulsating,
Feels like we are recreating,
A moment we have had,
Thousand times before,
What is the use in asking,
When you already know,
The answer?
Beating like never before,
Ears bleeding,
I faint to the ground believing,
That there is not,
Anything left,
Of what you once where,
You are dead,
To me,
When just yesterday,
What I wouldn't say,
Just for your mind to ease,
To put you to comfort,
Yet you run shot,
Once again,
Dissepointment,
Leading me to memory lane.

And so I guess your just another brick in the wall. 

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