Somehow it seems it's like automatisme,
To look inside for me,
Like I used to do when there was me and you.
Saw you're little brother today,
As I was making my way to work,
Wondering why did not work out,
Like we used to work so fine,
When you where mine.
The glass you gave me from the golden gate,
I broke it today, I slipped and fell,
And you're glass doesn't look wel,
It broke up in pieces like we did...
When we where a "we"...
|I thought you did, why it never worked out, guess you're|
anyone else as well...
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