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[semi_poetic]

Look to the next day

And you’ll see

You by your self

And another next to me

Try to remember

The best of these times

Put them in a box

The only way to forget

How I used to look in your eyes

The only way to forget

All of your lies

I can’t seem to forget

All those things that we did

Running in the dark

Doing what was forbid

Dry your crying eyes

With the blaze of the setting sun

Funny how every things clearer

Once you’ve washed your eyes with tears

Your cries are nothing more

Than cliché words and old poems

Funny how everything’s clearer

Once I’ve washed my eyes with tears