ici, ici, ici. haaaaaaaaa.
some days arent yours at all, they come and go as if they were someone elses days. they come and leave you behind someone elses face, thats harsher than yours, and colder than yours.
they come in all quiet they sweep up and then they leave, And you dont hear a single floor board creak, theyre so much stronger than the friends you try to keep, by your side.
Downtown.
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