One by one
The leaves fall
People die
Nice and slow
Picture perfect
Friends of mine
Down by the lake
Next to the shrine
Hands are tied
Can't do nothing
We'll all die
Scary things
She's perfect
Why don't I?
Take it back
I'm not lying
Dying mind
Loving soul
Dream of mine
I was more
I don't mean to say that
I like you
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
One by one
The leaves fall
People die
Nice and slow
Picture perfect
Friends of mine
Down by the lake
Next to the shrine
Hands are tied
Can't do nothing
We'll all die
Scary things
She's perfect
Why don't I?
Take it back
I'm not lying
Dying mind
Loving soul
Dream of mine
I was more
I don't mean to say that
I like you
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