What's bad in the good things I did?
What's left of the right things indeed?
The words, the promises I let out of my mouth abound
The beach, the sands, the waters being tossed around
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The house we dreamt of, the home we never built
The sacrifices, the pain, I still carry the guilt
We talked about almost everything but nothing
The tiniest of us, I swear it meant something.
Your lips, how pink, the kisses it sent
We lived a life, that even killed death
The heel you put on, the bracelet you hung
The dresses your wore, those were so long
Soon papers and lawyers, suits and ties
We talked no more, only when we told 'em lie
Pride made us apart, we put us beneath
The sandhouse we built, we were buried in it.
How sad we let our personal cause rule us
How sad we blamed everyone for things they didn't cause
What about our son and our daughter
What about those shii that used to matter
The football games at the weekend
The goodnight messages that you did send
The dinner at your place, the invites to your games
How romantic it was when you start calling me names.
Now my bed is cold every night,
with no one to hold tight,
walking away sounds just right.
All those are gone?
Everything is none?
Time is so dear.
That's why it's so rare.
Now I feel so numb.
I'm dumb
Wait.
Is this a good thing or bad?
Sounds like both to me.
