Are you too busy in your life to turn around and see me waiting behind the corner? Does that mean I should turn and walk away? I would call you up every Saturday night and we'd both stay up till the morning light and we sang, here we go again. I never used camp as an excuse, I can always find the time, but can you put it the effort to remember me? Here's a toast to you and a jolly good hoorah. Crying in the pages of tomorrow.
Sin†ner™
Do not wonder,
For I am but a shadow
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