she spent her nights next to years of deception,
and he sees a girl to him fifty summers ago
and again his hands tearing apart.
sometimes i felt that when the grass was always greener
and the sadness in the sun can turn it blue.
take a swing up to the sky
and never watch it pass you by,
the carpets rolling out for you.
you hold the reins and i still have control
and i don 't know what i would do without you.
another room, another face,
i smell the anger in this place.
and i 'm not hanging to survive.
my chair sits high, the ceiling 's low,
there 's nowhere else for me to go.
i 'll rot right here until the day i die.
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