The world is softly fading
and sweet love has gone awry,
we blow kisses to the clouds
and we sadly say goodbye.
Maybe I can be your love
if only you could trust.
Life has grown too complex now
and hope has begun to rust.
How are we different?
when you're just like me, the same
but instead of focus on your work
you focus on your game.
You judge me with a finger
painted red and pink and green
where you are quiet, I will bite my tongue
and loudly I will scream.
Critical and typical,
Lathargic, worrysome
and where there should be concern
it seems that there is always none.
You don't want to say the truth
it seems ther'es always garbled word.
And when you've gone, no- where you've gone
there will always be a bird.
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