Did you think it would ever end?
Someone I had to befriend
Somewhere to ascend
I never thought I could

I was young
With no friends
No thing to do

I was gone
With no end
No thing to you

Did you think you were wrong?
Anyone you had was an hour long
Anywhere to belong
You never thought you would

Locked in a room too black to move
With nineteen walls too soon too few
Looked in a room too blue too soon
With seventeen songs to move to you
I don't know where you are
Located so many people
That maybe I've lost you
But where am I to go
When I've lost the only one I know

You sit in your room and dress, caressed
Flowers bloom and bruise and bloom again

Your white and wine
Twain of twine
Your red and rhyme
Save our lives

You sit in the moon and stress, depressed
Desire blooms will bruise and bloom again

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The light, a light a little warmer
Perhaps an actor, right to write
But I prefer the former