Word came through in a letter,
One of us changing our minds.
You won't need to guess who,
One of us changing our minds.
You won't need to guess who,
Since I usually do not send letters to me that are mine.
Told him I saw this coming,
That I practically packed up my things.
I was glad at the time that I'd said I was fine but,
All honesty knows, I wasn't ready. no.
This pair of wings worn and rusted.
Too many years by my side.
Told him I saw this coming,
That I practically packed up my things.
I was glad at the time that I'd said I was fine but,
All honesty knows, I wasn't ready. no.
This pair of wings worn and rusted.
Too many years by my side.
They can carry me swear to be sturdy and strong but see,
Turning them on still means goodbye.
Turning them on still means goodbye.
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