just like every day before
Back then, when I was blind
Back before the internal war
Why do all good things have to die?
Like a sparrow falling from the sky
Looks like I was never
"plenty good enough"
The light at the end of the tunnel was a train
How was I supposed to know?
that the fountain in the desert was
just for show.
I know you never ment to strike me down
But mistaken pain is just as bad
Now my mind is just your ghost town
I burnt the piece of paper where I wrote your name
And I don't think I'll ever be the same
after two months of nothing
passed me by.
The light at the end of the tunnel was a train
How was I supposed to know?
that the fountain in the desert was
just for show.
Maybe I'll go down to the record store
to buy something that would make you like me more
I don't know why I even try
why can't I just give up?
The light at the end of the tunnel was a train
How was I supposed to know?
that the fountain in the desert was
just for show.
I guess I'll keep on fighting through the dark
just like every day before
Back then, when I was blind
Back before the internal war
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