Let’s create an illusion of the stars
Where i can dream that I couldn’t wake up
I’m holding that cloud I once chase
Yet here my loneliness exist
lying between the ground I stand
Like a rose been picked
One day it’ll bloom
The other day it’ll wither
How nice I f I just stayed
It wouldn’t be this hard
Like cards being reshuffled
No one knew where to begin
Too many way to start again
You always lose in the end
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
Let’s create an illusion of the stars
Where i can dream that I couldn’t wake up
I’m holding that cloud I once chase
Yet here my loneliness exist
lying between the ground I stand
Like a rose been picked
One day it’ll bloom
The other day it’ll wither
How nice I f I just stayed
It wouldn’t be this hard
Like cards being reshuffled
No one knew where to begin
Too many way to start again
You always lose in the end
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