Understanding

A lonesome living

Tired of thinking

I’m running away

These decisions

Every second, every day

 

Too much too soon

Thoughts consumed

No one will notice you

We’re all doomed

 

Today you stay,

Into the grey we play roulette

Then tomorrow I’ll forget

Now, when it matters.

Now, we forget.

 

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