hindsight
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So I love y'all and y'all love me? I don't know, but I do believe, our worlds exist separately, together simultaneously. I'm not blind, but I cant see. What tf y'all want from me. Is it money, is it laughs, is it honesty.
I don’t know why I do this to myself
Consistently putting myself through hell
You on my mind and my heart on my sleeve
Every time I’d ever misconceive
I could speak forever
If I vocalized all I’ve never said
I could live a satisfyingly full life
If I knew we’d soon be dead
Constantly my hindsight haunts me
As I slip through the days that pass
l’avenir est un voleur. il arrache le moment de son ésprit de présence etl’épanouissement de survie graduelle. on met les espoirs dans le sort d’une conception plus grand qu’on a l'intention de manipuler. après avoir manœvré pour resquiller ce quo
l’avenir est un voleur. il arrache le moment de son ésprit de présence etl’épanouissement de survie graduelle. on met les espoirs dans le sort d’une conception plus grand qu’on a l'intention de manipuler. après avoir manœvré pour resquiller ce quo
Can we roll back the hours
And refresh the calendars
To the time and the place
Where we said we'd never change?
Can we go back to the town
Where we almost drowned
In our sappy cheeto-cheesy love?
Begin the heart’s drumming beat,
Eternally locking our secrets deep,
Never ushering sound of defeat or joy,
Enraptured by life we turn so coy,
Another day or night it’s all the same,
