| Maybe it was more, maybe it was less. Maybe it was the war, maybe it was the best. Cross my heart and hope to fly. Hoping and praying you'll give me one more try. The consequences of our circumstances, laid to waste by those cold staring glances. Never this and never that, the rain falls down, pitter pat, pitter pat. I'm swimming against the current, it's pulling me downstream. Why were we never on the same team? I cling to the rock that is your heart. How can it end if it didn't ever start? You bought it but never paid for it and what you took can never be returned. The sign in front of my heart says sold and no one can ever live there because the house has been burned. |
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