make it sincere so it can last
the pale tiles take in the heat
but the comfort is never there
hold your breath friend, count to ten
the time is moving way too fast
every shirt folded nice & neat
looking like you really care
awkward silence, what a burden
the easy breeze has already past
this taste in my mouth is ever so sweet
look into my eyes and i will share
tell me why the moon is golden
my reasons are fragile like glass
all the images in my head repeat
falling so fast everywhere
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