You are widely known but rarely a starter
Often a disappointment, pleasure to some
Always chasing one and then the other
Only a few came up to seek, numbed
Crushing hearts like it's your forte
With depression being a side dish
Slowly, memories are being taken away
Surely, it's like a granted birthday wish
Time flies even when you're not having fun
Sadly, it's true that you only live once
We belong and shall return to him, like clay dun
Death is inevitable, continues to hunt
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