Me looking down hoping for you again.
Does it seems like the same old window?
Where once my reflection reflected high and low.
Does it seems like the same old field?
where dreams were real and castles in air we built.
Does it seems like the same old breeze?
where our lone words got echoed along with it.
Does it sees like the same old bridge?
where the broken lay the railway tracks dimly lit.
Does it seems like the same cozy place?
where the beans smelled great and a fag and a haze.
It might not be the same old days,
But does it seems like the time gave its way?
where days to come to be happy and gay.
Does it seems like my way in pain?
where i will live and make memories alive again.
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