Master's in Sarcasm, PhD in Satire.

I don't wanna talk about it. And I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you

without my wings, i feel so small/every time i see you in my dreams, I see your face, it's haunting me

i walked across an empty land; i knew the pathway like the back of my hand

leavin' on a southern train, only yesterday you lied/promises, things that seemed to be, only watched the time go by, all the things, you said to me.


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you know that song by phil collins into the air tonight about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, and phil saw it all and at his show he found him?