its the drone of the bus
the questions i ask
in my head are turning out loud
they drown out the crowd
and i see the shakiness in our hearts
we all want a new place to start
the old will never become new
tell me how to make up to you
there is a hope, there is a fear
its about losing someething dear
can we just move on in our lives?
and distract ourselves from nine to five
its a silence that echoes
a silence that wants
irony kicks in to forge a bond
words are empty they make me torn
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