There's this really great girl
But for all I know,
She is gone long past the time
That the clock reads
Deep into the alley way
I say, she's got quite a smile
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it
If she wanted to,
She'd be the heir to the throne
If I knew she could,
She'd walk this world on her own
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it
Miserable is more like it, for her
...
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
There's this really great girl
But for all I know,
She is gone long past the time
That the clock reads
Deep into the alley way
I say, she's got quite a smile
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it
If she wanted to,
She'd be the heir to the throne
If I knew she could,
She'd walk this world on her own
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it
Miserable is more like it, for her
...
Written for my friend who used to be on here but isn't anymore . . . I know she would understand though
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