The texture of “never” is heavy.
Ne-ver.
Like a rock that falls to the bottom
Without landing.
Like you, never calling me “baby”.
Confused by the laughter of time,
Whispering “never”, thinking “always”,
The stone keeps falling.
The texture of “never” is heavy.
Ne-ver.
Like a rock that falls to the bottom
Without landing.
Like you, never calling me “baby”.
Confused by the laughter of time,
Whispering “never”, thinking “always”,
The stone keeps falling.
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