two years

[allstarme717]

two years.
the longest years
the shortest time
i return to this notion
time and time again
i can't accept
i won't accept
i must accept...
what choice do i have?
what else can i do?
my candor is an alibi
to cover all i cannot speak
you'll never know
or i'll never know
and it. doesn't. matter.
still, it's beauty
it's revolting
it's fickle
it's so fragile...
but it's free
oh god, it's free
oh what a fool, son, nothing's free.

-MDR, 2010