We sat upon your bed, said the things you said, and I can not believe that you seemed so naive.
We exchanged our peotry, you seemed to think a lot like me, I guess I just assumed that we could talk about almost anything.
Then you asked,"Have you ever felt abandoned, felt so lost that you were stranded?
Just like all the walls were closing in and you were left inside?
Have you ever felt like your days were numbered, stuck under a tree in thunder?"
Seems to be no way out
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