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"The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side."

 
Your face I see again outside this frosted window.
You cut off your tattered locks and grew tiny brown sprouts on your pallid cheeks.
Your happiness tied tightly to a partially severed string.
Bitterness that reads so clear in your tired eyes of green.
And sometimes I feel fragmented by these thoughts of you.
I think about those times again and think of what it could have been.
I wonder how your touch might have felt on my skin and the taste you might have left on my lips.
You my phantom nevermore, parts of you I still endure.

"I don’t think about you all the time but when I do I wonder why".

Reckoning Song (One Day) – Walk off the Earth

One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Think about the stories that we could have told
One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Think about the stories that we could have told

No more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why

You have to go out of my door
Leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can’t imagine poor

One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Think about the stories that we could have told
One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Think about the stories that we could have told

One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Think about the stories that we could have told
One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old, old, old, old

Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think your true

Here I go again and blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That’s stuck in heavy clouds of rain

One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Think about the stories that we could have told
One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old, old, old, old

One day, baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old
Think about the stories that we could have told.