You are wasting my precious time
All your fancy lies
over my muffled cries.
It was a lonesome road
The one you led me on.
Your fortified heart lies beyond the moat
A place that I can never go.
April rushes in the fools
I turned around and the joke was on me.
The summer days were long and cruel,
And with you I am all that I cannot be.
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