Eulogy
It's hard to remember the subtleties
Like the way his eyes used to shine
I always said forever meant nothing to me
That was when I thought we had the time
But the world never cared much for my dreams
Turns out fate was a rouse all along
Aint it funny how a heart being ripped at the seams
Can still make the sounds for a song
It's hard not to notice the pallor of your skin
Or the sunk in look of your face
If I could do it over I wonder if I'd choose
The love knowin the depths of the pain
But the world never cared much for my dreams
Turns out fate was a rouse all along
Aint it funny how a heart being ripped at the seams
Can still make the sounds for a song
Countin the moments Countin the breaths
How many smiles do you got left
Cursin the skies with my head on his chest
Cause I'm not, no I'm not ready yet
Back at our apartment it still smells like you
Or the you that I used to know
Packing up the boxes of the things that you loved
And I hope that they carry you home
Cause the world never cared much for our dreams
Turns out fate was the cruelest joke of all
Ain't it funny how a heart being ripped at the seams
Can still make the sounds for a song
Like the way his eyes used to shine
I always said forever meant nothing to me
That was when I thought we had the time
But the world never cared much for my dreams
Turns out fate was a rouse all along
Aint it funny how a heart being ripped at the seams
Can still make the sounds for a song
It's hard not to notice the pallor of your skin
Or the sunk in look of your face
If I could do it over I wonder if I'd choose
The love knowin the depths of the pain
But the world never cared much for my dreams
Turns out fate was a rouse all along
Aint it funny how a heart being ripped at the seams
Can still make the sounds for a song
Countin the moments Countin the breaths
How many smiles do you got left
Cursin the skies with my head on his chest
Cause I'm not, no I'm not ready yet
Back at our apartment it still smells like you
Or the you that I used to know
Packing up the boxes of the things that you loved
And I hope that they carry you home
Cause the world never cared much for our dreams
Turns out fate was the cruelest joke of all
Ain't it funny how a heart being ripped at the seams
Can still make the sounds for a song
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