she spent her nights next to years of deception,
and he sees a girl to him fifty summers ago and again his hands tearing apart.
sometimes i felt that when the grass was always greener and the sadness in the sun can turn it blue. take a swing up to the sky and never watch it pass you by, the carpets rolling out for you. you hold the reins and i still have control and i don't know what i would do without you. another room, another face,
i smell the anger in this place. and i'm not hanging to survive. i'll rot right here until the day i die.my chair sits high, the ceiling's low,
there's nowhere else for me to go.
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