Had it been a better place to spew dirt, it would have been plausible, But, you know, they already knew that we just weren’t meant to be. These will all be useless words spread across the useless shore of my…
At some lengths are the talks of the beautiful mornings, And slightly withered away are the promises long held with our words. Long lost is the colour bright of our destinies, Yet pending on our lips is the hope of…