When the music went away, with all that I've conceived the
sun goes down and smiles start to fade. Another Tuesday and
I smell the leaves, they're dying in my city. Inspirations
lost in sirens. It's not easy to live when motivation keeps
on dying. The street lights are far from glistening and I'm
at my window listening through the silence just to hear your
voice, but I'm distracted by the outside noise I can't think
of your eyes without wondering how you live your life. When
my song begins to play I'm thinking everything's gonna be ok
until the smiles start to fade. In the beginning. I never
got what I wanted because I never tried. I guess some things
never change. Rejection seems real enough that it scares me
away. The notes are barely audible and the melody seems
kinda dull. I wouldn't know it if it slapped me in the face,
I need some help putting this one in its place. I can't
think of your voice without wondering how you sing your
song. The orange night keeps me aware of how I've loved and
how I've hated. But hate's remembered long after love's
forgotten. I want to forget. Yet, I want to remember.
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