Darkness is peaking, I'm tired of snow.
I wait for the brightness to show.
We turn heads away from each other, somehow, together we stand alone.
You might be listening to this song, I doubt it's close to be true.
There's something wrong inside of me, you know.
These films will be captured and kept in safe places, we need to be certain of that.
And pick the right plants to take care of instead and water them till we die.
I'm tired of living alone like this with the silence freaking me out.
I try phonecalls to explain myself about it.

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