"I do not want to hear n466ing when I go back".
When family is near, without my Ipod to my ear, that's what I hear.
Sounds familiar like a white lie on Saturday,
Seems I long forgotten the gentle "sweetness" creeping up my ear.
Ther' is no defence against this, like tears on Tuesday.
The meaning when you're born you start to think about the beautify words.
Speechlessly as I hear, like waves to the shore.
What is it trying to convey to you? Whistles . . . to that day. Until Now. . .
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