I'm spent, in this restless love like a dictatorship.
Qualms seem necessary to the human existence.
Passing through seems never enough.
And love never can just be love.
When did love turn into cryin?
I thought love meant always tryin.
If we wake up and decide to try.
Could it keep the tears from falling out your eyes?
If love were like a song.
We'd just give and take away.
Something would be better.
Perhaps if we both sang.
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