The time is dropping from the branches,
I count small bright flashes.
The sadness's splashed in my heart,
I can't just interrupt
Your voice that sounds in the head
So tender and instead
Of doing something to wake up
I'm waiting but for what???
Who's tied firmly minds to you?
The rope's too hard... Who sews
And knits together our lives,
Slight blinking from the sky?
I want to stop this stupid game,
I'm tired of bearing blame,
But passion's burning me to ashes
In your romantic dash.
The time is dropping from the branches
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