Its Called Defunct
How sad is the saddest sad
That only the saddest sad can tell how deep it run.
Through the blood stream of the heart and through
The conscious mind
So that it gives a little echo inside...
Lonleyness is the key.
The key to a thousand lost memorys.
As you cry a million tears as you think how it could've...
Been ,how it deserved a loving warm embrase.
How you could have given sumting so piculiar yet joyfull
You could have given it more time
You could have put in more effort
But... instead you let it drift away far into the atmosfeer
Now... you find yourself craying a million tears
For a thousand lost memorys
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