I’m running out of rhymes this time,
Nothing clever comes to mind that shines.
The songs don’t make sense,
But the meanings are still there,
Even if the meanings are not known,
Soon they will show,
Through the grey skies deep inside.
Bright days will be near,
The sky will clear,
Then we’ll be here.
You and me,
Looking at the sea.
Endless white, the snow still deep.
Lying there we fall asleep.
Back to the real world now,
Back to reality!
Doesn’t really matter much,
This world or that.
Life sucks either way,
As long as you are nowhere to be found,
Even if the snow covers the ground,
Never leave, let me hold you close.
Never let go, never grow cold.
I guess there is still something left inside.
If there’s either pleasure or pain,
I can find something to say,
Can i go on like this everyday?
As long as you inspire me,
No problem should follow.
This one’s Just For You (Again)

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