Day 700
Every sunset is beautiful,
even if cold and grey.
Each a thought of you,
missing another day.
even if cold and grey.
Each a thought of you,
missing another day.
Every day's like every other,
every day there's nothing new.
Doesn't matter if it's the weekend,
another day closer to you.
every day there's nothing new.
Doesn't matter if it's the weekend,
another day closer to you.
The sooner I go to bed, dear,
the sooner tomorrow comes.
The sooner it'll all be over,
my loops around the sun.
the sooner tomorrow comes.
The sooner it'll all be over,
my loops around the sun.
posted by tinyhands @ 7:22 PM
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