There are many people
We all come back to
I'm not sure with all this change
If I can come back to you
I'm sorry we have grown
And the person I once knew
Has changed a few perspectives
But clings to the same view
So if you knew the reason
Why it's not us two
The rhythm for the treason
Is the same why we have seasons.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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