Moments: Fights
When we sit in silence I don’t know why it’s so hard to do what needs to be done. I don’t think it’s pride or even stubbornness. I think it’s some kind of shock, the kind that freezes you up... bracing for the impact...
Maybe there is nothing to be done but if you stop being you, the you that I know, then we stop being us, the us that we know. And we if we bury ourselves won’t it just be all shades of grey after that?
It would make us like everyone else...
Maybe there is nothing to be done but if you stop being you, the you that I know, then we stop being us, the us that we know. And we if we bury ourselves won’t it just be all shades of grey after that?
It would make us like everyone else...
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I love you, I knew I loved you.
It's the nights, like a beating drum. You kill to be right, but I know you're wrong. You drink from the heart and I pour from the soul, we listen to trash - it's no rock 'n' roll. Now watch me as I watch you, you changed me as I change you...
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