Jan 15
There are many
Layered shades of me
From light to dark
I always stop and think
Which one blends
Best
With
Yours?
And when?
I can only hope
For all of them
All the time
Layered shades of me
From light to dark
I always stop and think
Which one blends
Best
With
Yours?
And when?
I can only hope
For all of them
All the time
Things I think about while driving
(F/The Exclusion Zone)
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