time and time again
it's these games we play
it's this time that's spent
wasting everything away
day after day
we watch we sit and wait
acting like it all doesn't matter
like it will all return the same
hour after hour
we slump
and our minds flood with the thoughts
of the way it all used to be
minute after minute
our eyes meet
we long for the words to be heard
for the memories to repeat
second after second
we fall farther apart
as our hearts grow ever so colder
waiting for our dead hearts to start
time and time again
we'll think our thoughts
be gone from what used to be
and start a new life apart

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