He wanted to say to her that he was not a good person. And something inside of him wanted her to say that he was. And he knew that to want this was not a good thing. He wanted to tell her that. And so the cycle spins.
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
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