No words of my own tonight
Just drowsy and unknowing
Someone asked me why
I stopped believing
Don't trust the messenger, is all,
But I suppose anything is possible
The sound of the boy's heavy sigh stays in my ears
So disappointed in himself for spilling, tripping, striking out...
Try to teach him to be
gentle with himself
Just drowsy and unknowing
Someone asked me why
I stopped believing
Don't trust the messenger, is all,
But I suppose anything is possible
The sound of the boy's heavy sigh stays in my ears
So disappointed in himself for spilling, tripping, striking out...
Try to teach him to be
gentle with himself
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