Plastic Sound 01/01/13
He left me a message
That I deleted anyways
She had always feared
That he would go astray
He never did anything
That’s what she liked about him
But he never did anything
That’s what the problem was
He always kept a distance
That she could only see from afar
He always had her on his mind
But only at the bottom of the jar.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
Plastic Sound 01/01/13
He left me a message
That I deleted anyways
She had always feared
That he would go astray
He never did anything
That’s what she liked about him
But he never did anything
That’s what the problem was
He always kept a distance
That she could only see from afar
He always had her on his mind
But only at the bottom of the jar.
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