Letras:The Narrative. Bright Lights.

Dear friend, I know we've reached the end.
The road has diverged and we're walking on opposite branches.
In your hands, a map marked up with our path,
so you can find me as long as you have your own compass.

And as you walk further away,
I hope you don't forget my name.

I hope you see bright lights ahead.
I hope your journey leads you to a well deserved sleep,
and a life that you wanna keep.
And you don't look back, don't look back.

Dear friend, are your shoulders sore?
You've packed everything that you could ever need but I ask you to bring something more.
Like all we've done, I know that sounds like a lot,
but their just little things; like when we were sharing illegal drinks in the backyard.

They say somethings will never change, I've yet to see them stay the same.

I hope you see bright lights ahead.
I hope your journey leads you to a well deserved sleep,
and a life that you wanna keep.
And you don't look back, don't look back.

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Dear friend, you're not paying attention.
I'd hate to lose you, but I'll bare it like I have been taught to do,
well since I was young.
Yeah, we lost someone we loved and nobody waited for me to pick myself up.

So don't play those games you said you hate.
you'll always end in second place.
I know exactly how that sounds.
I hope you know they'll let you down.
And if you're left with out a bed,
remember all the things I said.
And if those lights ever grow dim,
I'll be the one who lets you in.