Maybe it is destine,
Maybe I'm falling to easily,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I'm right.
My friends say that you're a dough,
I heard rumors that rant in your favor.
But their will always be a reason not to.
Maybe we can be happy just for today,
For we will fix it tomorrow.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Maybe it is destine,
Maybe I'm falling to easily,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I'm right.
My friends say that you're a dough,
I heard rumors that rant in your favor.
But their will always be a reason not to.
Maybe we can be happy just for today,
For we will fix it tomorrow.
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