two-thirds are not here
despite roommates: emptiness the vacuum pervades he said to himself that it is better to forgive
while the company he kept asked whether to forgive gnashing teeth and clenching jaws only cause distress when ultimately you know it is better to forgive wondering, woefully, if there might ever be closure a part of her shuddered, vowing never to forgive through blurred eyesight he fought back his feelings swallowing, he saw it was his endeavor to forgive although she understood his numerous transgressions, there was never any intention, whatsoever, to forgive they had a strong and happy friendship when younger but their close ties, he knew, he must sever to forgive his love redefined loyalty and respect a thousand times and, no matter what, he would do whatever to forgive though i understand time erases wounds and pains at this moment, i find it much more clever to forgive it's not permanent
transgressions counted; two hands a world of problems when listening to you play music now,
i hear floating notes that i dont know. something's different there is something that doesnt fit: a vibration, a muffled note, loose strings i dont know what i can say is that it's not the same. i think about the past instead of listen to you i guess the years apart changed my ears. maybe its me or maybe something in you changed either way, i wish it were still 2002 and we were singing about beer and living easy maybe thats just the way life goes and the sad truth is that the good music is over |
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