Words Mean More After You're Gone
Well i guess everything just happens for a reason,
the leaves fall and we move to a new season,
turn over a new leaf, a fresh start,
suppose to follow your heart,
But, when we do we get buried in our sorrow,
Depression and pain don’t know if I’ll be seeing tomorrow,
But I want to leave my words to be a slap in the face,
Because Im so much higher up than you im practically in space.
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