it's in the darkest of blazes
me: i only yell when my heart is loud. you don't hear me, otherwise.
you: you dance in my ears like three four rhythm. you speak and i hang on every word.
me: then why do i find myself tired? why do i weep when i see the hands twist around a clock? do you know? do you know why i run so hard to stay close behind? i'm a joker...a fool...a jester in loves court.
you: you think i don't respect you but, you're wrong. of all the statues that could be erected. the mold was broken. fields of wheat soak up sun and pretend to be relevant. i love you
me: my ears are selective and my heart has perspective. it may shout! but you won't hear a sound...but you love me. good...
you: you dance in my ears like three four rhythm. you speak and i hang on every word.
me: then why do i find myself tired? why do i weep when i see the hands twist around a clock? do you know? do you know why i run so hard to stay close behind? i'm a joker...a fool...a jester in loves court.
you: you think i don't respect you but, you're wrong. of all the statues that could be erected. the mold was broken. fields of wheat soak up sun and pretend to be relevant. i love you
me: my ears are selective and my heart has perspective. it may shout! but you won't hear a sound...but you love me. good...
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