Girl, when we do not communicate with each other properly
We tend to sadly push love away
Joy turns into darkness
Things have got to change
We need to open up to one another
There must be a form of telepathy
Or else, we will both reap the cold winds of sadness
And our souls will drown in misery
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
Girl, when we do not communicate with each other properly
We tend to sadly push love away
Joy turns into darkness
Things have got to change
We need to open up to one another
There must be a form of telepathy
Or else, we will both reap the cold winds of sadness
And our souls will drown in misery
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