Room Of Pain

The maple tree is growing taller
And my heart is getting colder
Now I've read through the book I borrowed from you
There wasn't too much sorrow

And you come to my room
The room of pain
Painted in green and brown and it's clean
It's clear, you love me

You were reading a book alone
The people you love were all gone
And The Animal in the book
was growing bigger than the way you look

And we smoke on my roof
My neighbourhood is passing by
Does he know that we like his own trail in the snow?

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