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huomasin että hiukan tuo on muuttunut matkan varrella.
eli tällainen se on nykyään:
 
"when three words became more than she can chew"

run fast enough to catch the last train away,
but the tears run faster and im getting used to the taste.
the air is too heavy to breathe,
and the good times will bury themself beside bad memories.
end is so near that i can almost feel it,
i can only wait for her last words.

so slowly they fall from her lips:
"this wasn't my intention"

i lie on the floor with my broken heart next to me.

"are you falling asleep?", she said.
no... im falling apart.