Now that the time have come,
It must be a different story this time,
But not sure of it,
It might be just a different time.
The words of the teenage boy,
Came from the depths of his heart,
As the girl crushed his words,
Saying it's just an art.
There's no going back,
There's no turning around,
You need to understand,
There are many things that you lack.
The boy understood these things,
As he grew up in living a lie,
Now that he know the truth,
He realised that the time swings.
Now it's the time,
To be good,
To be bad,
To be everything,
He ever dreamed of being,
This time, is he's not living a lie?
Or this time, is as same as last time.
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