You can run out of all the richest resources on this planet
And still be rich
Because when I have something like you
I'm still very wealthy
Your soul is more than gold
Your influence will never get old
I want to grow old
With you
I want to be my thoughtfully ***** minded self with you
Maybe its normal
But I have to admit it
Or else I'd feel like I'm lying to myself when i think I'm not
I want to strike gold
By having your hand to hold
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
You can run out of all the richest resources on this planet
And still be rich
Because when I have something like you
I'm still very wealthy
Your soul is more than gold
Your influence will never get old
I want to grow old
With you
I want to be my thoughtfully ***** minded self with you
Maybe its normal
But I have to admit it
Or else I'd feel like I'm lying to myself when i think I'm not
I want to strike gold
By having your hand to hold
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