Forced

Forced by your move,
I was blind to see why to live.
Look at me, I am the prove
There is the reason to believe.
Forget me, I have forgiven.
Being the first one to fly,
Only badness was I given
But I anyway wanted to try.
Now, feeling too great to think of you,
Sorry, you were not my moon.
Now, I love what I do,
Knowing we shall meet soon.


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