The saying goes
once the ship sets sail
there's no going back
well you've left harbor
and me stranded in this panic attack
i stand scared now, gasping
at the end of this metaphorical dock
id go back if i knew how, grasping
undoing the past from this lock
there's nothing i can do
but watch you race away from my life
my mind stuck on you
couldn't cut you away if i had a thousand knives
so here i am
standing helpless by the sea
watching you catch the horizon
and sail away from me.
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