I know I promised I'd never come back
but promises, as I know well, are made to be broken
because nothing lasts forever
because we're all going to end.
My fingers can travel and move back and forth
but the cliché I'm creating never ceases, never stops
and I feel sorry for myself, for my words
I feel very sorry for you and me both.
Juliet.
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