the rain beats down on the windows
and i wonder now
if it beats the same for him
we are divided by fame
or lack of it
what's in a face
or in a name
our hearts beat down or are
beaten down
by time that's not a virtue
our love is new
our souls are old
known by many
but understood by few
we are sedated by life
not a life worth living
but one to pass the time
we'll put on a smile
however hollow
it fools them for a while
until it's real
life imitates art
until forever
we remain apart
the rain beats down on the windows now
and i wonder if it beats the same
for him
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
the rain beats down on the windows
and i wonder now
if it beats the same for him
we are divided by fame
or lack of it
what's in a face
or in a name
our hearts beat down or are
beaten down
by time that's not a virtue
our love is new
our souls are old
known by many
but understood by few
we are sedated by life
not a life worth living
but one to pass the time
we'll put on a smile
however hollow
it fools them for a while
until it's real
life imitates art
until forever
we remain apart
the rain beats down on the windows now
and i wonder if it beats the same
for him
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