So now i lay here
Broken, Battered
Wondering if anything really
Mattered
Thinking of all those times gone to wast
It really is a big discrace
I havn't seen you in a while
For my life is like a broken tile
But if i could everlive my life again
I'd make it so we were more than friends
So as i lay here
Broken, Battered
I realize everything did
Matter
Thinking those times, not gone to wast
But that there will be more, life is not a race
I havn't seen you in a while
For my life, like a circa-rectified tile
So throughout my lifemI'll try again
To make it so we're more than friends
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