اینجا برای من فقط یادآوری غم و اندوه های بزرگ و کوچیک گذشتمه
بابت چیزایی که مقصرم و مقصر نیستم و هر چقدر بابتشون فکر میکنم به هیچ مفهوم و یا دلیلی نمیرسم
از کمک و توضیحات بقیه درکی ندارم و هر چقدر که بیشتر زمان میگذره همه چیز فقط بدتر و بدتر میشه و من هر روز بیچاره تر از روز قبلم
کمتر از یک سال هست که نیمی از خودم ،روحم ،کسی که ادعا میکردم وجودم به وجودش بنده رو از دست دادم و الان میتونم بگم که سراسر زندگی من با بی حسی نسبت به همه چیز میگذره و سردرگمم
ببخشید که پیام نمیدم
ببخشید که پیام نمیخونم
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ممنونم

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Well, you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die

Shall we look at the Moon, my little loon?
Why do you cry?
Make the most of your life, while it is rife
While it is light

The hospital asked: Should the body be cast?
Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky
Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?

Did you get enough love, my little dove?
Why do you cry?
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head
Was it all a disguise, like Junior High?
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction
Now, where am I? My fading supply

Well, you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die

The evil, it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh, could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?