Sonic

A ragged old journal lays open on a wooden table. A fire is going, in the background.

Maybe I was wrong,
maybe a bit uncertain

Sonic calls aloud,
the inner self left hurtin

We could try again,
see if our love is workin

All is said and done,
I cannot bear this burden

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