When I think of how much I sleep
I want to lie.
When I think of how I hardly run,
I want to go back in time.
When I think of my absences at school
I want to cry.
When I think of walking to someone's house
I want to fly.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
When I think of how much I sleep
I want to lie.
When I think of how I hardly run,
I want to go back in time.
When I think of my absences at school
I want to cry.
When I think of walking to someone's house
I want to fly.
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