nothing interferes on this warm Sunny day,
I wish there would be somehow, someway
a little change, a little sign
good faith
this state of affair, this now, this day
leaves me surely in despair, I must say
why we created,
this breaking of ones heart?
to proof ourselfs we don't die from heartaches
Well then, the death of me was a stroke, haunting
aching my chest, cause broken hearts don't kill
they just happen to the best
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