on The fact that you had put these conditions on A Love We had both given up Twenty-one years Of Bearing the cross Six Months away A mother has lost
we all know, that the tension, is getting higher well it's getting harder, for us, to get along and the problems we're having with each other are ones
by side as retrospect and time devour our thoughts and our long nights with such civilized but brutal taste in suffering and self disgrace your disappointment paints your eyes a
get enough of We choose to make it painless full of what changes is tonight just going to be another where we both lose interest. I'm letting you go just a
every day is more like science fiction(?) And the past comes into play A life with less emotion And I know we both let them go A pretty vision to follow
What do you get when you expect so much, Is it regret, Or were they just false hopes that we should forget, With time better spent, the words that we