21 May 2016

Listened to Your Problems, Now Listen to Mine

It didn't matter what they wanted to see
He thought he saw someone that looked just like me
The summer memory that just never dies
We worked too long and hard to give it no time
He sees right through me, it's so easy with lies
Cracks in the road that I would try and disguise
He runs his scissor at the seam in the wall
He cannot break it down or else he would fall
One thousand lonely stars hiding in the cold
Take it, I don't wanna sing anymore


...And all I hear is the last thing that you said
-dp


Hurts me so much; makes me nostalgic.
I miss you so much.

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