Everyone is still in shock
She wrote me a melody but it isn't worth much.
Why do I fall in love so fast?
Love isn't even so it can't last.
Why are so many stories the same?
Because breath is universal and winter is dark.
It's pointless wishing for summer to last.
I'm still hung up; can't get over the past.
If I whisper a secret phrase
Will it somehow free me from this cage?
All is well; this too shall pass,
This is hell; I'll come in last.
She wrote me a melody but it isn't worth much.
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