The words won't come this time
Although you want them so
I know I'm not what you expect to see in
Today you're happy
because the sun is hiding out behind the
Tonite,
The things said
Are echoing in my head.
I've never felt,
I've never
We met right here when we were different
But we parted
Hanging by a string,
I had become a spider with wings.
My
I turn the page to start this tune,
To write this
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