Consider this your final warning
I cant be blamed for what
It's getting pretty dark here in my tower
It's reaching dusk
i've got the pictures of the memories
of running with the
You keep insisting you're the one to blame.
But why are
i swallow hard
because i know
that what comes next will
With these glasses on
I can still see the colours that
When you called
it was good to hear your voice,
but harder
Where does time go
when it flies by,
cause its always leaving
Eyes ahead,
There's no use looking back.
In retrospect, its all clear
You hold your head in your hands
Your pregnant sighs are
The rain came down in buckets
Submerging good and bad alike
Waist
It's about time to set the record straight.
Clear the air,
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