You never say “I’m sorry”
Without me having to ask
And when you finally say the words
The sounds are flat
And the letters that crawl out of your mouth
Fall to the floor and spell
I N D I F F E R E N C E
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
You never say “I’m sorry”
Without me having to ask
And when you finally say the words
The sounds are flat
And the letters that crawl out of your mouth
Fall to the floor and spell
I N D I F F E R E N C E
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