Sunday, January 14, 2018

The year the music died

What could be so bad
To make you want to leave?
What could be so good
To make you want to leave?

In the whirlpool
Who knows which way is up?
In the whirlpool
Giving in is giving up

When I catch a glimpse
Of what could be
or what was
I'd rather close my eyes
I'd rather lose my sight!

It will find a way
To wipe away the pain
To protect itself
From what was left unsaid



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