Help me say good bye to me, I lived and died in me but who am I?
Barely born in the late of my life.
Already dying
Not a circle, beginning to end, but inside out
a shining eclipse,
Already been to my height, getting ready to crash and burn away
Where was the start of my hope?
Running away from where I’ve come
Over an edge into a pit that doesn’t end
and I couldn't read the signs with eyes closed tight
Just enough time left to take a deep breath before the plunge
And I’m born this way, dying, with sunlight on the shades
And darkness on my eyes
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