she speaks in rhymes and riddles
and i cant help but listen.
and i'm a mess of insecurity
wrapped up in a box of smoke and mirrors
and im putting you through the wringer
unsure of north or south
they say follow the constellations of your heart
yet we cant map out the stars,
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
she speaks in rhymes and riddles
and i cant help but listen.
and i'm a mess of insecurity
wrapped up in a box of smoke and mirrors
and im putting you through the wringer
unsure of north or south
they say follow the constellations of your heart
yet we cant map out the stars,
a work in progress.
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