its all blue, and in the end it's still you. Where did you go? I heard the sound of tears on the street below my window. Muffled by snow, that wiped away the evidence of the crime.
It's all flat and bare, But Ill manage to keep things going until i get there… why the end of course, or the beginning to something more.
We can hope
… that is life.
sometimes you have to wonder where it all changed, did it need to change?
Why change a good thing when all it sometimes needs is a fixing.
Sometimes fixing something could seem like an awful lot of hard work… but that never hurt anyone anyhow…
- just saying
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