As
Day becomes night
Night becomes dark cloaked in memories and realization.
I never thought I'd be the cynical type
The he only saying that because he want something type-
The Rose Royce, love doesn't live here anymore type.
But
As day becomes night
Night becomes dark and
I am alone with my thoughts,
I realize that
This is what I have become.
This is what I have become.
Sad state and affair abound
because like an old R&B song "I'm going down"
and although I try to remember the girl I once was...
My memory is cloudy
And all I see are outlines and shadows.
And all I see are outlines and shadows.
As
Day becomes night
Night becomes dark
And I can't remember me.
*I remember*
*I remember*
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