This winter came too soon.
I'm still singing songs in the same sad tune.
You're not the person I knew last year.
I stay as far as I can get from the bathroom mirror.
Watching "
A New Hope" with my roommate is the only thing that keeps me sane.
I hate these gray clouds.
I guess I'll hide from the rain.
I'll fall apart and float away in five hundred pieces.
I'll fall apart and you'll wish I was everything I never was.
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