It`s a weekday and I cleaned my room again, of endless moments I thought we once shared. An open book, read every single page. Naive enough to think that help is on the way.
Rise and shine a day awaits, watching clear skies turn to grey. It`s a dead end road and I want out, there`s no return. Let me know when will it end? If only you were my only friend, IВґd be fine.
A direction split right from the start. I`m picking up the pieces to this broken heart. Move over and make room for someone else. Mabye a smile will find itself right on your face again.
Another empty sleeping bag. A broken speaker plays out loud. An Elliot Smith song for those who can`t move on and on. A tour to write you home about of how I`m doing. Pretty sad. You`re not here and all my letters are lost in the mailbox for good
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