It’s like walking over glass
all our time slipped past
life flies way to fast
so I’m still living in the past
your eyes well up with hate
and make it hard to concentrate
is there something more to this
than what my eyes can see
so what, you slipped and fell
but sorry. I couldn’t tell
those tears in your eyes
they catch me by surprise
words I never knew to say
ruin another perfect day…
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