box after box and you're still by my side. the weather is changing and it's breaking my stride. house after house just like car after car, it all seemed so far. it's just this day.
last night i was writing about you..
i know i know i know, you're still my love.
where are you with your crooked smile, confident walk, rent money in one pocket, and my heart in the other....
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hes not that far away.
he chooses a sort of reclusion so that he can organize his thoughts again. It not a turning of the back, Its turning inward.
sorry.
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