she dreams in colours and floats on clouds,
hold her hand she freaks out in the biggest crowds.
don't walk away tonight its a full moon,
she relaxes so well with her favourite kind of tune.
I'm sorry I hurt you over and over again,
its just I cant trust any kind of men.
she speaks baby hold my hand my hearts a little hurt,
how does an angel feel like absolute dirt.
focus now baby girl your doing so well,
fears boys in blue waiting on that door bell.
I think ill get drunk today,
all the memories ill drown away.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
she dreams in colours and floats on clouds,
hold her hand she freaks out in the biggest crowds.
don't walk away tonight its a full moon,
she relaxes so well with her favourite kind of tune.
I'm sorry I hurt you over and over again,
its just I cant trust any kind of men.
she speaks baby hold my hand my hearts a little hurt,
how does an angel feel like absolute dirt.
focus now baby girl your doing so well,
fears boys in blue waiting on that door bell.
I think ill get drunk today,
all the memories ill drown away.
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