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When I think of you it’s cosmos, the worlds in perfect harmony Then I think what’s the point if you don’t think of me? The sun shines through your eyes I swear they’re made of gold Blue stained with crystal, leading to stories of the soul I think of you almost every hour, nothings really changed I get scared sometimes though that we will stay the same The story in the dark, untouched and left untold Letting our feelings drown, frozen and shattered in the cold My father doesn't approve, but it seems he never will If you’re going to run I’ll run as long as we don’t stand still Seems most of this is terrifying, using words in a mine field I seize to understand, what’s the big deal? I’m 17 now, I am not young a naive Some things I speak you must trust but still you don’t believe I prove an I cry, and hopelessly wonder Why am I in a low, with such rain and thunder? He’s the one I want don’t you get it, can’t you see? I’m not such a child, let me be free Seeing you will never change, I’ll wait for him you’ll see And if it’s truly love, what’s meant to be will be
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
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When I think of you it’s cosmos, the worlds in perfect harmony Then I think what’s the point if you don’t think of me? The sun shines through your eyes I swear they’re made of gold Blue stained with crystal, leading to stories of the soul I think of you almost every hour, nothings really changed I get scared sometimes though that we will stay the same The story in the dark, untouched and left untold Letting our feelings drown, frozen and shattered in the cold My father doesn't approve, but it seems he never will If you’re going to run I’ll run as long as we don’t stand still Seems most of this is terrifying, using words in a mine field I seize to understand, what’s the big deal? I’m 17 now, I am not young a naive Some things I speak you must trust but still you don’t believe I prove an I cry, and hopelessly wonder Why am I in a low, with such rain and thunder? He’s the one I want don’t you get it, can’t you see? I’m not such a child, let me be free Seeing you will never change, I’ll wait for him you’ll see And if it’s truly love, what’s meant to be will be
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
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