Everything made sense back then
Emptiness warmed up this place
This life was imbued with grace
Then you came along, love heathen
Bring back the sorrows
Only those accustomed to me
Those that I wouldn’t long to be
Those that don’t fill false hope of tomorrows
Tomorrows that entertain happily ever after
That fills false dreams on each new chapter
That’s breeds contempt in my character
Tomorrows that ask why we’re still together
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