It's just the easier way.
It's just like your parents, the quiet
frustration.
It's just one of us going away.
It's just like the time that we swore
we'd be eager;
It's just plain to see that we're not.
It's just something that happens; It's
just that time passes;
It's just the best option we've got.
It's just like that picnic we went on
last August.
We're just the bare stem of the clover.
It's just like you not to admit to
yourself–
It's just over.
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