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Jul 2019
It's composed
In a tiny little block
Add water
And it can't control itself

She's composed
Everything is fine
Until someone adds water
And she can't control herself

Her water is her name
Her water is her past
Her water is the constant reminder
That she didn't tell

Her water is not being able to love you right
Yet
If anything could bring her back together

It's you.
Bea
Written by
Bea  F/Rainy roads & windows
(F/Rainy roads & windows)   
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