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sorry that wasn’t the melody in my mind,
i couldn’t put it to words, that’s why.

it wasn’t a song, they just unorganized,
i don’t have a guitar, that’s why.

having a scene unwind,
too naive to try, that’s why.

practice this sorrow with time,
there is no cure, that’s why.