there's this picture i can't draw, but i see it all-too-clearly in my brain. a boy with all his weapons drawn, and though he knows he's wrong, he fights on all the same with determination on his face. i scribble and erase, but never seem to get it right.

i don't know if you'll ever know, but this was all for you. i don't know if you really care, but i really hope you do. cos i do.

there are words i cannot write, though trying as i might, they just won't fall in place. there's so much left to say, but we'll never say it till it's too late anyway.
still, your flowers will be fine, they'll seek out the sunshine no matter how dark the room.

i don't know if you'll ever know, but this was all for you. i don't know if you really care, but i really hope you do. cos i do.

hey well maybe, come some sunny day, we'll wake up in some bright place where we can be safe and we won't have to apologise no more, maybe we can understand each other.

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