Sometimes all the moments, that we savoured for the last, Get crushed between the good & bad, from pressures we have had, But you know I can't conceive the day, when feeling run too high, To work out all the stale terrain, emotions try to hide, when I try, Lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means, When lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone These shattered ties with no comprise, fall through this fragile hell, The drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip, too exhausted to rebel, then I try Lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means, When lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone
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