The light from the streetlamp doesn't make it round the back of my house.
I'm sitting here not dressed for the cold, but then, I wasn't prepared for your cold heart. Seems I never see it coming and wind up shivering alone in the dark.
They say you're born without a care in the world, but I've had these scars as long as I can remember, and they'll still be here if this earth should pass away.
If I could pierce the dark I'd find a way to make everything go back the way before I was.
There's a lot of excess these days so I'm just trying to get settled what's the right amount of pain.
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