sitting in the bus stop
i was wonderin where to drop by
remembering that night
that glorious night
when i lost my soul
without value or worth soul
then you came along
and tagged me while im writing this song
now i can see the clouds fading
while we were tirelessly running
"i really love this summer.
this strong rains shower"
suddenly she left me
the limbs i cant see
i started cutting my wrists
you stopped me said though the risks
"can i make it through?
this summers the best though
i wont forget her
but id rather forget than hear your cries
you opened my blind shut eyes
this is a not-so-good talk
and i should just talk the walk
but you showed me i can do better
and not just cry until later
thank you...my dear friend...
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