Saturday, June 11, 2011
Sunday Munich - Smallest Tragedy
Dust has settled on my frame of mind Misunderstood prices paid blindly for your sins Remedies and resolutions unreachable from here Past the point of solution But inside your eyes there's nothing left to see Just a dull reflection of what I use to be No more us just me and just you and just things that aren't true There's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding I'm simply worn out run out of answers Your foundation laid with confusion Bruises my
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