Dreams And Memories
Between you and i
Its painfully quiet
The music turned on high
To drown out
The painful truth
Time stretches
With no way out
No way to try and change time
To stop from hearing the truth
The painful truth
drifting on a quiet stream
lasting on dreams and memories
that is the painful truth
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