Time heals all, words heal nothing.
By the time I'm through
I'll probably be 52
I'll have used every metaphor
I could possibly use
I'll have used every rhyme scheme
That is available
Still I know that it won't be enough
By the time I'm through
You'll be onto someone new
I'll have written enough to
Publish a book or two
I'll have said so much
Everyone will know my truths
Still I know that it won't be enough
By the time I'm through
I'll have used every excuse
Described every emotion
And every thought I ever knew
I'll pretend that I don't enjoy
writing about you
Still I know that it won't be enough
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