Aug 2015
She has long blonde hair.
Blue eyes like the sea.
A smile worth killing over.
But she's nothing like me.
Beauty fades.
Souls stay pure.
So go ahead be with your little *****.
Blue eyes like the sea.
A smile worth killing over.
But she's nothing like me.
Beauty fades.
Souls stay pure.
So go ahead be with your little *****.
(Definitely Somewhere)
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