Victorious..

We drowe fast. I came home on a Sunday close to midnight.
Felt I needed time alone. In the car that same day, I had heard your ego talking.Could tell you'd be okay.
You keep running, tempting fate. Still not old, but growing older. On your way but running late.
You know me, I'll be fine. Life is short, I know the feeling. Just call me if you change your mind.

Victorious. We could be victorious. Once again victorious..




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