Watch them congregating
Over complicating
A simple crime; the motive's plain
The air surrounds me - bitterness confounds me
All is different
(Yet the same)
Winds can change, tides will turn and jaded hearts were built to burn
They say an old dog never learns
Nothing lost
(Nothing earned)
Winds can change, tides will turn; yet I asked for nothing in return
They said an old dog never learns
But all was lost when Rome did burn
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The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
