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a little insight as to how i always manage to fuck things up |
| so things go the way they go they do not move or stop or grow they keep on passing passing by slipping through the net of time they drip with the seconds leaving behind the morsels of what were once mine peices of a heart caught broken like glass or metal are loosing thier shine a memory of what befell the loss that time and fate could tell but i could not see, i could not feel in the shining mirror of your smiling face that blinded me from the signs as clear as the stars ill fated blows i delt to you you delt them back and broke me the happy mirror reflecting us in eachother slid to the ground and cracked to a frown turned the net right upside down now times been running through my brain reminding me of our love again while i wait for it to rain like it did back then the things go on but i do not as they rush around my shattered heart tide of time sweep the peices away! to some barren shore and bake them in the sun they will be warmed they will be found and peice by peice we'll be reformed |