Some precious good intentions
led us into the dark, closed the door, I'm singing it open again. And twisted, backwards promises forced lies into shapes unrecognized, I'm begging a quiet departure. In one breath a clear way out, and the next a desperate return. Waiting around always got me down. Watch the winds change, the moon shade. Brave the fall; love abounds.
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