A Lonesome Stride

The door’s closed and there’s no hope left,
You still won’t give up on the ego that crept.
These sleepless nights take a toll on me,
But you still won’t care to think of the perfect we.
A lonesome stride is all there’s left to take,
Cause your heart never possessed the love to bake.
No, I won’t blame myself anymore,
Cause all I felt was true and you were the one who never did partake.
I have redeemed the lost self-esteem which you had got a hold on,
My pride is dear to me now and I just won’t let you step on.

I don’t care anymore if the stride is lonesome and gloomy,

For now I have a courage so dauntless and fiery.

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