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Responsible

And last of all, before we fall
I have to say that yesterday
I began to think your heart was a rink
That I could break and just fall through

I remember the dawn, but now that it’s gone
I don’t know who to trust and it seems unjust
Are we breathing hot air? Was there anything there?
I know that there was but it’s gone now

Its cryptic, a rhyme, a moment in time
How can we measure which we should treasure?
And how do we know when its worth it?