You should stop yelling
The clutter; I’m broken wings
Is peace just that hard?
You should stop yelling
The clutter; I’m broken wings
Is peace just that hard?
I don’t remember
Was it real life or a dream?
Looked back; I was gone
She sat on a bench in the park when I passed her and I said
Who are you waiting for and she said
He’ll come
He’ll come and I left and I came back and she was still there
He’ll come
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