August Winter
why did you have to paint everything with gray? im here in this august winter on this rooftop to stay, you cried and said nobody cares for you, i wouldn't endure this cold for nothing, babe i held your hand, "it's gonna be fine" it wasn't and it won't, we don't have much time the sun's rising and our moment's dying, heart's pacing, tears streaming down to the river of heartbreak heard you said, "what's the point of loving if it leads to this" i leaned and blew a kiss and the search for certainty fades away "don't think of tommorow, think of today"
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