I think it's time for me to fade away now.
I think it's time for me to disappear into the wind like I'm so used to.
The feeling that takes me there has risen it's ugly head and I think it's about time I've gone.
My welcome has been overstayed.
I think my time has come.
Same life, new faces.
Old faces fade away and although new faces will arise, I will still be alone.
I guess the feeling of being forgotten hurts so much it's addictive.
I think it's time though. Finally time. Finally. Final.
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