n' i shall hide my sorrow
there's a weight to carry
n' there's no soul to bury.
carin' much like i do
runnin' nowhere i can go to
grayin' cells of tuesdays
shinnin' on my doorway...
knockin' on my backdoor
i rush to see the front one.
heart beats tend to falter
day light savings break the rhythm
when the ice is formin'
i've cut my fingers
we've started like strangers..
n' see how we've just ended like them.
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You write very well.
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