Tuesday, 8 November 2016
BigBrother1999
Why so short?
Why so sad?
Why is it always bad I seem to have?
Why doesn't the sun follow the rain?
Why are the days grey and always the same?
It's funny sweetheart in my sleep I've been,
Calling out your name.
But the answers are always the same.
And in my mind, I do it all different,
But the end it's always the same.
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