I can get a little lost sometimes
When things get complicated
It’s hard for me to read the room
So keep things simple understated
I guess I never grew up at all
Or learned to live in an adult world
I saw the hurt we can do to each other
The pain we give is it any wonder
My hearts like ripped up clothes
Lying on the bedroom floor
I’m sitting at the top of the stairs
Is this dead thing worth fighting for
Just look out the window
Track the raindrops racing down
Like the teardrops on your sad face
Silent cries make no sound
Everything’s forgotten
A new day wakes the skin
There’s something in the air
The old wounds always sting
16/10/2022 Sunday 578
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