Paroles de Lesser

What good is your effort If you're only meeting halfway? We didn't foresee this tension But we welcomed it nonetheless Gradually our words took on their own shape Shapes that spelled out what we truly meant There was much I didn't say As there was much to say with you Unbeknownst in this stupor Our paths were decided, Our paths were separated. The gravity of it all started to sink in And the very clouds we aimed for Became the fog at our feet Even as you burned your own bridge