By Arcassin Burnham
Traced without some deep depression,
Somehow some way you learned your lesson,
But somehow lost with a further testament,
You don't know how much I miss you did you mention it,
Flying towards heaven,
Seven hundred and seventy-seven,
Only 7 minutes in heaven,
somehow some way you learned your lesson,
If only you knew how much I cared about you without the discretions.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Traced without some deep depression,
Somehow some way you learned your lesson,
But somehow lost with a further testament,
You don't know how much I miss you did you mention it,
Flying towards heaven,
Seven hundred and seventy-seven,
Only 7 minutes in heaven,
somehow some way you learned your lesson,
If only you knew how much I cared about you without the discretions.
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