You must be fine
things must be good
saddened but steadfast
as
the rain drives
sounds of a broken machine
against a Tin roof
Never far away
But distance is relative
to thought
you may as well be
A
Thousand
Miles
Away
Yes I pray
Tired of being the One
Misunderstood,
Misjudged
Misplaced,
out of that...
Is one common denominator
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