Pretty arguable is that you'll come(back) and so, that i'll be here, waiting, other circumstances were screwed before...
no here, not now and not this...
calm down, still, mix up, ready? empty? sure?
Grey where once were colors, like there's cold and sadness too, no summer madness, no muffin man to keep me sane here, no results, no sunshine.
somebody shoot me come'on !
laughter? no kidding...
smile? no shit...
bring those people to me, so i can live this life, fully, i'll enjoy endings.
no place to call home...
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