its never too late,
a word can paint 1000 memories,
whether luck or fate,
makes our stories tragedies.
Hearts bleed songs a lot like this,
nothing can bring back the pain we miss.
And that pain is not soon forgotten,
with clumsyness we trip over,
a lie or two,
killed the few,
truths we had not uncovered.
Is nothing sacred anymore?
just listen.
a word can paint 1000 memories,
whether luck or fate,
makes our stories tragedies.
Hearts bleed songs a lot like this,
nothing can bring back the pain we miss.
And that pain is not soon forgotten,
with clumsyness we trip over,
a lie or two,
killed the few,
truths we had not uncovered.
Is nothing sacred anymore?
just listen.
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