The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower,
Meet you at the statue in an hour,
Meet you at the statue in an hour.
It's kind of funny, the way we are. We made promises, we were happy.
Until we weren't.
You can never guarantee anything. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to go back in time, and make changes. But... you can never do that. You gotta just A.C.C.E.P.T.
It's come to the part where you don't know whether you're in the wrong or the other person is.
Shall I leave it be?
Perhaps.
Life's short.
Tick, tock.
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