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Day By Day
My belief in happiness through another human being has left me jaded.
Breakfast in bed turned into flowers for the dead of a relationship that once bloomed.
I prostituted my worth for a dance with a destiny that did not belong to me.
For a person like myself a life of dread needs no convincing
I would gladly buy snake oil if the price were right.
I end it with this. For all young lovers who forfeit common sense for a walk in that beautiful garden I give you this advice. Watch out for the thorns you are sure to come upon during your travel.
Breakfast in bed turned into flowers for the dead of a relationship that once bloomed.
I prostituted my worth for a dance with a destiny that did not belong to me.
For a person like myself a life of dread needs no convincing
I would gladly buy snake oil if the price were right.
I end it with this. For all young lovers who forfeit common sense for a walk in that beautiful garden I give you this advice. Watch out for the thorns you are sure to come upon during your travel.
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