It's jus the way shit goes...

There changing of mind happens to the best of us... It's the resurrection of life within the lib... Cut from the clothe of patterns that hey old in the eyes... At some point relations doesn't matter quite like they did f the beginning of the find... When the circus act applies forced faces comin off behind the back... There end rattles like a snake defying the attack... Turned cheeks burn the feel of hearts calling out babes in the middle of night... As self remains the one thing still surgeon in a lonely room that once held grounds to fight... Opening doors swing as luv'rs leave the one place home was supposed to be... Saying goodyes to the water time had become giving emotion away aa if awakening from an endless dream...