Bemused in dreams of this heart

Where pain never lasts

And tears are few and far apart

But Its a fucking cold world

Especially when your solo and the wind continues to blow

Piercing you all the way down to your soul

Left here, considering if taradiddle tales have ever existed such-like the notebook

The conclusion should have been more depressing

Summer romance of ghosts, Alive as well as exanimated

Only revisioned to correspond to all the scar tissue...