Watch the red river flow
Shaking...its ever so cold here.
Here in the vast lands of your lies.
I watch us all walk around.
Each enveloped in our own issues.
But it all points back to you.
We each got our turn
And we each got our own loss.
Some worse than others.
But its damn sure that they were all mistakes.
Because here we lie, oh so effortless.
Wishing we could go back into time.
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