Fear the love being given,
to the extant of being forgotten,
I try to begin, what's left, Of my life,
but I can't remember what right, anymore.
Forget what's been giving,
Forget the past,
Forget what I have done,
To late, its gone.
So don't mistakes,
Learn what lefts of the truth,
To lean back down to the ground from the right side,
You can't finish of what's left behind.
Forget what's beginning,
Forget whats wrong,
Forget something crazy,
I think, we're done,
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
Fear the love being given,
to the extant of being forgotten,
I try to begin, what's left, Of my life,
but I can't remember what right, anymore.
Forget what's been giving,
Forget the past,
Forget what I have done,
To late, its gone.
So don't mistakes,
Learn what lefts of the truth,
To lean back down to the ground from the right side,
You can't finish of what's left behind.
Forget what's beginning,
Forget whats wrong,
Forget something crazy,
I think, we're done,
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