I am looking for some place to hide all my senses.
it seems i have died.
it's like waiting in the scorching desert for a breeze.
All I'm left with is all your beautiful memories,
i don't know how i'm gonna get on without you
because the mistake wasn't mine neither wrong were you.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
I am looking for some place to hide all my senses.
it seems i have died.
it's like waiting in the scorching desert for a breeze.
All I'm left with is all your beautiful memories,
i don't know how i'm gonna get on without you
because the mistake wasn't mine neither wrong were you.
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