It's for the better my body will age, for all thus wasted time I never had a nice thing to say. It's for the better my eyes become grey, my faults are becoming apparent I've been starring at them all day. I thought I'd reach an age where things got better or stay the same. If this illusion reaches an end, tell me to go away. I can't argue with that or even try to change. All this time you've been drowning by my side, you were kicking against the tide. In a bottomless black sea you were trying to swim for me. Yeah.
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