The water is so still, like a sheet of glass,
i think of what is to come and what has come to pass,
the water starts to ripple, just like my life,
i think about the pain I caused, stabbing like a knife.
I think of what is to come and what has come to pass,
when my life is normal again, like a sheet of glass.
i think of what is to come and what has come to pass,
the water starts to ripple, just like my life,
i think about the pain I caused, stabbing like a knife.
I think of what is to come and what has come to pass,
when my life is normal again, like a sheet of glass.
youngspeare
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