Summertime Sadness
You told me you’d be my one and only
For days to come and years to follow.
You told me there was a world you can show me
So I packed my life to find you gone by the morrow.
I was left to my own defenses
Cringing and crying traitorous tears.
These were the consequences
Of someone who’d shattered too many mirrors.
Seven years bad luck, says superstition
But who’s counting the time?
Now you’ve put me in a position
To give up on you and stop my rhymes.
Perhaps one day, I’ll forgive your retreat.
Perhaps one day, I’ll conquer this defeat.
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