You said move on, where do I go?
Quite small and insignificant, but such a drastic change.
So tall and almighty, but they all fall and just crumple.
Things admirable and eventful, however rather dreadful to others.
So concrete and clear, capsized and befogged in an instant.
Yes, there is light at the end of the tunnel.
An impending train.
Maybe that's just the way you are. I have to accept it and care less. One phone call out of concern. And I realised I'm still pretty much under your control. Really, why do I allow you to speak to me the same way you always do?
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