I told her write me letters but she couldn't stand the pain.
I told her my life is better when I'm standing out in the rain, she knows that is a lie but what do I have to offer.
Oh well that's just the way it goes she saw just the way it goes when your world is just so sweet soft and mean.
My world is so cold and forgene to me.
I'm drowning on your table on a bed made of flowers.
Burning all the paiges we had yet to fill but oh well it's just the way it goes

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