Where is the art of carefreeness i used to have?
Now it's even hard to breath
The pain, The suffer, and The part of me that bleed? it's me you've slained
Its my fault
To let you become my happiness, and that's
Where i turn to be piece of God's desolated creature-again.
You know all of miserable life story, I told you once
Hoping you won't be one
You know all my dreams, you were one
But seemed that you are the most apathetic one
Ripped my heart and put it on your hands
Hoping we can put some fight
But destiny decried
You opened your heart
But you never let me have the key.
Something beautiful died too soon
And i'm sitting here
command myself to surpass rapidly
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Where is the art of carefreeness i used to have?
Now it's even hard to breath
The pain, The suffer, and The part of me that bleed? it's me you've slained
Its my fault
To let you become my happiness, and that's
Where i turn to be piece of God's desolated creature-again.
You know all of miserable life story, I told you once
Hoping you won't be one
You know all my dreams, you were one
But seemed that you are the most apathetic one
Ripped my heart and put it on your hands
Hoping we can put some fight
But destiny decried
You opened your heart
But you never let me have the key.
Something beautiful died too soon
And i'm sitting here
command myself to surpass rapidly
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