This place was a shelter, now it's a storm
The words have changed,
now the water doesn't run clear
This place was springtime, now it's frozen over
It's amazing the difference
a few miles can make in a world
I sweep myself out of my chaotic brain
Laugh at myself for a while
But then when I return
I'm a fool again
grasping at a ghost
This place was a shelter, now it's a storm
I'm dripping with rain and regret
Soaked through with my best intentions
but it still wasn't enough
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