And so I've learned that words don't mean much when unaccompanied by actions.
Another apology.
Another tear.
Another wasted day.
Seems that life is full of weariness these days. Minutes that evaporate into the crisp clean air with no intentions of ever returning.
And every day I remember each painful detail in this life of mine that you've built. Sadder still that I ever let you take control.
That I ever lost it.
Everyone tells me to run.
Fast and far. But I cannot.
My reasons are thin and fragile, yet they keep me secured on lock down.
And all of this because of the way I used to love you.
And how you make me right.
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What difference do you think you can make? One single man in all this madness...?
Another apology.
Another tear.
Another wasted day.
Seems that life is full of weariness these days. Minutes that evaporate into the crisp clean air with no intentions of ever returning.
And every day I remember each painful detail in this life of mine that you've built. Sadder still that I ever let you take control.
That I ever lost it.
Everyone tells me to run.
Fast and far. But I cannot.
My reasons are thin and fragile, yet they keep me secured on lock down.
And all of this because of the way I used to love you.
And how you make me right.
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What difference do you think you can make? One single man in all this madness...?
