i did i smoked one it's not that not what you think it's why why can't i deal with emotions like you, like all you out there why so many shades of grey why all these colors why do i live in a rainbow a rainbow of Love
I sit swallowed up, a slave of my own device in my dusty lair, built of lies, of ghosts.
If only, I say, plaintive, if only this or that, so many regrets, the bars across my windows, the locks on my door - and most of all these I hold a lock of your hair, see you drift away.
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Regrets
I sit swallowed up,
a slave of my own device
in my dusty lair,
built of lies, of ghosts.
If only, I say, plaintive,
if only this or that,
so many regrets,
the bars across my windows,
the locks on my door -
and most of all these
I hold a lock of your hair,
see you drift away.
we just do... sometimes... like you do it also .... sometimes... when other people (like me) can't do it...
you can .. we can ..
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