all of my own is here for you i swear it s true although these consequences seem to break us into two it s not just a fancy for false words the moments are true it s not some fantasy or falsehood sent from far out of the blue sometimes the only things i stumble on are words the pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs we re all in a circle it all comes back to you we re all recycled put together with old news all of my thoughts are yours to keep it s all for free they come with my memories good and bad simple and true i m not trying to get out of this cheaply fill up with hope or a false sense of security for that i m getting too old