The low so dark
Black is a shade of white
Hearts lost in grey
Starting to late
When yes is a no
It’s too late to go back
It’s too late to start new
Spinning in this vortex
Reality or fantasy
Hard to know
When maybe is no
It’s too late start at the beginning
It’s too late turn back
Running this marathon
Thump of the drum
Beating in my chest
Spinning in the wind
The low so dark
Black is a shade of grey
Hearts shatter like broken mirrors
Reflecting that look lost in tears
Spinning in this current
When yes is no
Fantasy is this reality
Hard to know
When no in never
It’s too late to start at the beginning
It’s too late to run this race
That already ended
So long ago
Every thump in this chest
The beat of this drum
Lost in the wind
The low so dark
Black is a shade of white
Hearts lost in grey
Starting to late
Thump of the drum
Beating in my chest
Spinning in the wind
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