May 2016
I need your hand
But you turned way
You mind is set on the I told so
All I wanted was your love
My tears stained my skin
I look up for the sun
But all saw was the moon
But you turned way
You mind is set on the I told so
All I wanted was your love
My tears stained my skin
I look up for the sun
But all saw was the moon
(NY)
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