A Stitch for Every Moan
You told me she looked better on a rainy day
I could believe you
I don't believe you
As I see myself, I see another life
Passing by, she made no attempt to cry
Distance makes me warmer
But the silence cools my heart
And as I speak to her I listen for a reply
There's no reply
Just a reason to die
So spread your wings of acid
And fly with motives known
And as the clouds part ways with angels
Her eyes tear up and her heart is sewn
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