Maybe it was just a pipe dream. A vain try at changing that which is set.
And maybe I'm the poison, for it seems the only constants in this curse are my eventual loneliness, and your disintegration.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Last Christmas
Last Christmas, I thought maybe, just maybe, you'd be the one to break the three-year curse. I had my doubts, sure I did, but I had my hope too, which I didn't have for anyone else.
Maybe it was just a pipe dream. A vain try at changing that which is set.
And maybe I'm the poison, for it seems the only constants in this curse are my eventual loneliness, and your disintegration.
Maybe it was just a pipe dream. A vain try at changing that which is set.
And maybe I'm the poison, for it seems the only constants in this curse are my eventual loneliness, and your disintegration.
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