Miss lonely, but you know you only used to get juiced in it.
How much good are we doing?
How much fun are you having? How many people are you kind to? Or more, how many people, that you let in, are kind to you? Can you count on one hand the people that understand you? Is it hard to be alone?
Is it hard to be together?
Well, then, you're just a fugitive in his arms.
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I mark years by snow. How much has changed since last Christmas? How much has changed since the Christmas before that? What were my resolutions last year? Did I live up to them?
How much have I done, that I can measure?
I know that time is not so linear. Things invite themselves in overnight only to disappear without a trace.
Where'd I go?
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