three days into april, how can it be snowing still? well i'm still brokennand now i'm just getting off work, just about the time you've gotta getnnup and go in. and in your absence, i sleep in late and bounce betweennnbreaking up and moving in, and somehow i wish that you'd just leave mennso i wouldn't have to live with the sin of breaking it off again, givingnnlove away, two and a half years to the day.nnnnand as we build our lives from lines in tv shows, we try so hard to buynnaway all our sorrow. and as we slowly grind ourselves to dust, we'llnngive up everything, how could anything be worth that much? just to diennin debt in a retirement home; unloved, unhappy and alone.