Tattered pages
Scribbled down words
Memories fall from my eyes
Rearranging
Chorus to verse
But I haven't written the lines
Yeah, it's funny
This story I'm in
The plots and the characters
Wear away thin
Winds are raging
Seasons changing
And I'm only moments from
Where I'm beginning
You will ask me
Girl, where do you
Run to when the sun
Goes down
You will find me
Over and then again
Where the lost are found
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