New Perspective
I guess it is easier to pass the blame
Maybe it wasn’t me but you
With you, it was one of the darkest points in memory
Now it’s no more, the lows’ are merely shadows in the dusk
We reached such a high it had to be false
It proves itself the way we fall into two separate holes
All this time I fought passing the blame
A bitter shame, to have feelings for the one who brought me down
I must be a clown, the joke was on me
Or a hopeless romantic:
“The toast isn’t burnt we just need to scrap away a few parts”
Maybe this new way of thinking will free my heart…
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