Surrounded by impeccable noise
This was nothing but my choice
Goodness gracious
I lost my voice
So anxious I can't breath
I think it's from Ms. Melody
How beautifully she's made
You flew to her aid
My heart has been awoken
Living to be broken
Needing be free
It'll never be me
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Surrounded by impeccable noise
This was nothing but my choice
Goodness gracious
I lost my voice
So anxious I can't breath
I think it's from Ms. Melody
How beautifully she's made
You flew to her aid
My heart has been awoken
Living to be broken
Needing be free
It'll never be me
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