You were never quite the same as me.
Your hair was dark, and your tears were deep.
You were never quite different.
Your back was straight and your mind was bent.
Why didn’t you ever listen to me?
My tears were clear, and my talk was free.
By the time you bought time,
My mind decided it was ripe.
But the future doesn’t hold on to no one so long.
Didn’t find out that til you were gone.
We were sworn to biology
By the guards of divinity.
We would talk of hypocrisy
But always with some apology.
Why didn’t I ever give into you?
My reasons were good, and my mind was new.
By the way, on that day, I was really really sorry that I did not stay.
The future don’t hold on to no one that long.
Didn’t find out that til you were gone.
The outside was big from where you stood,
With your steadfast eyes still inside of you.
Your curly voice came and filled our skies.
Fear not, nothing’s gone now that you’ve died.
You never stood above a joke.
You never talked down from where you spoke.
My only regret that I have of yet
Is that we didn’t take advantage of the time we could’ve spent.
The future don’t hold on to nothing that long.
Didn’t find out that til you were gone.
Didn’t find out that til you were gone.
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