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Sep 2015
On top of the city
Looking to the past
We all appear so small
Like an ink black heart,
You see nothing at all

I wonder what your city looks like now
I cannot hide it
I want you to know
Oh God, did you forget?

I mean none of this as an insult
I speak out of pain and loss
Hope and Love
Not bitterness or hate
I miss that pretty face
Those eyes full of bliss
The kids we used to be

Inside myself I feel the pain
Every time it rains
I make this bed
And breathe real deep
I know I can make this happen
The future is coming out
Yeah, the future is out
And nothing can stop me from happening
Why the world lets things go, I'll never know
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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