They should be written, they should be cried over.
Time robs your soul, intimidates your heart.
It needs no time tunnels, nor time machines.
Just let your eyelids have their rest, you'll fly.
No, you're gonna be blown. Like a fragile dandelion.
Because your heart and your evil brain don't work in sync.
Because the burden you lift can't be erased in a blink.
I guess I will stumble on my own promises.
Fuck promises, my life is all impromptu.
Did you just say that to shatter my inside?
To cut what I've been keeping from you in pieces?
Because you like to see me suffer? Like a weak, very desperate loner?
I'm not going to ask you why.
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