leave me in the rearview mirror
a footnote of the past
a distant memory
a step towards where you want to be
discarded on the path
flee, retreat - wash your hands of me
dreamers carry excess weight
the opening act of your play
in this ratrace, my world has turned its back on me
i neglect and detach
flee retreat - wash your hands of me
flee retreat - wash your hands of me
waste of space
waste of life
and i
neglect and detach
disconnected from the past
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