I've come to realize that life is a surprise, Where the truth is juxtaposed with lies. And on the day that you realize, That time isn't on your side, You remember the words of the wise: "With honey, you'll catch more flies". But does honey come when I compromise? Or does it just, "come in due time"? How many times must I try to win the prize? Of calling someone honey... No answer from the sky, or my mind. And no amount of thinking will tell me why. Why I tried to save her heart, but break mine. And the strangest part? My eyes are dry.
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