No Chance
No Chance
I thought you were mine and I was yours
Hand in hand, we walk through the glass doors
Of my great happiness, you are surely the source.
Ended quickly, as fast as it had begun
That “relationship” is now far away, gone
Slowly I sank into depression, like the setting of the sun.
I’m now a dead flower on the ground
Wilted, being stomped, stepped upon
Having no chance of seeing the sun, no chance of survival.
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