1990 by Deliverance
As I start to pen my thoughts
A rush goes through my head
Memories of 1990
Slowly passing by
I can still feel the pain
Like a sword pierced my heart
Selfishness, robbing me of you
I would always talk to you
But now not for days
I was slowly leaving you behind
Caught up her in what was going on
(It seemed so important then
But looking back now I see)
I didn't see what was ahead
Where did I go
What did I do
I let myself become king
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