Day in, Day out,
a soft whisper of days gone by slowly
drifts into every corner of my mind.
A soul worn thin from too much of the world.
Memories of laughter echoing,
slowly dying.
Each tear that falls leaves a trail
of lonliness as it splatters to the floor.
Day in, Day out,
same routine as memories of days gone by
slowly fade away.
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before love there are
memories of innonence.
after there are none...
a soft whisper of days gone by slowly
drifts into every corner of my mind.
A soul worn thin from too much of the world.
Memories of laughter echoing,
slowly dying.
Each tear that falls leaves a trail
of lonliness as it splatters to the floor.
Day in, Day out,
same routine as memories of days gone by
slowly fade away.
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before love there are
memories of innonence.
after there are none...
