Kevin Taylor

Veni. Vidi. Scripsi.

Heartbroken

When I see flowers I pass them by.
And lovers, I avert my eyes.
Laughter makes me turn and walk the other way.

When I hear music I've got no place to go.
No place to hide. No quiet place to lie.
When I hear music I just close my eyes and cry.

It might as well be yesterday. Today was just the same.
There isn't any joy without your voice, your touch, your face.
Every morning lies and says that I'm alive again, that I'm not dying.

It might as well be yesterday.
It might as well be yesterday.
It might as well be yesterday. Today was just the same.
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