I wonder why things always turn out to be lies,
Makes me wonder, why am i alive?
So I think what would it be like, To fly?
Creating a close harmony with the sky.
It's a question of time,
To step out of line,
and to strive to make her mine.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
I wonder why things always turn out to be lies,
Makes me wonder, why am i alive?
So I think what would it be like, To fly?
Creating a close harmony with the sky.
It's a question of time,
To step out of line,
and to strive to make her mine.
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