September Stories - Disconnect

Don’t search for what you might regret finding
There’s no promises that I find worth keeping
Where do we move now that our time’s expiring
Don’t move back and forth this uncertainty kills me
It’s been a long time coming
But now it’s here
More a rude awakening
To paint it fair

Written by:
Andrew Baughman

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