Tuesday, December 19

hey, are you lonely?

Hey, are you lonely?
Has summer gone so slowly?
We found the ground, but that damage was done.
It's cold as you fade into the sun.
Where'd you go? To me?
But you're alive!
Well, it's only fallen frames, they told me.
You stand out, it's so loud... and so what if it is.
It's cold when you fade into the wind.
Where'd it go to?

So what if you catch me, where would we land?
In somebody's life forsaking his hands.
Sing to me hope as she's thrown on the sand.
All of your works are rated again.

Where to go? But it's all wrong, you're so strong.

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