It wasn't like I thought It's been slower than that Your face is still there Our phone calls are back But something is missing We're just not as close I talk to you and You're often morose The distance does help A picture is fine In fact it's the best 'cause in it you're mine It's really damned weird 'cause I think there is love Let's escape what is deep and find what's above We can talk like we used to yet forget all the past Burn up the bullshit And be happy at last....
Reason for writing:
Well, sometimes there is this mental purgatory when in
fact things are all right.
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