orgotten melody
from time well spent
whose insecurities left unkept
broken records, often misplaced
lead us once again to this repetitious state
again we find ourselves, left with nothing
repetition is breaking us, breaking us...
Impossible measures
hinder the so-called best days of our lives
simple solutions
will easily mend our broken ties
my mind allows itself the truth
useless routine gone
we find our missing song
melody
