I still prefer Regine's live version of this song. Without Me is filled with emotions when it's being belted. Enjoy!
There comes a time when your mind fails you. It commences when the billions of neurons in that skull start to shrink, and so do your mental faculties. Like focusing, for instance. Like a drift wood caught in a sea cyclone, I resigned myself to my fate. Free fall for both, like Newton's apple dropping on his lap.
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