Its getting cold all aver again
so I'll be inside way too much again.
You'll have to believe me.
You have to hear me when I say:
I'll make up something that you'll believe in me.
This is becoming to routine for me.
there will be time for the tomorrow,
but it's days like this that keep me alive.
is there anything left for me?
Daylight's almost aver now,
cant think of anymore to say.
Even if I try to understand it wont ever be the same.
Is there anything left for me?

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