My heart is broken once again, and so I see you standing there, without your smile, without your care.
I wish that I could speak the truth, of how I really think of you, for every time I spend in youth, I never really can see two.
Time know how I try to show, the feelings that invisibly flow, this empty shell I call my home, is just misleading for those unknown.
I say to you, Adieu Adieu, for I never wanted to scar you blue, I wanted to see that yellow hue, like the touch that cleans my cue. Please be yellow, and I'll be blue.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
My heart is broken once again, and so I see you standing there, without your smile, without your care.
I wish that I could speak the truth, of how I really think of you, for every time I spend in youth, I never really can see two.
Time know how I try to show, the feelings that invisibly flow, this empty shell I call my home, is just misleading for those unknown.
I say to you, Adieu Adieu, for I never wanted to scar you blue, I wanted to see that yellow hue, like the touch that cleans my cue. Please be yellow, and I'll be blue.
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