Wishing 19 was never not a dream.
Tired of Dying = Near or Far without U scares me to not take these fears away and explores the I.
Tried to pick up the phone, but I failed not wanted to hear my howlings of this hard goodbyes.
Wishing your eyes on I = Wanting U with mine
Kills me growing apart = Making I, the heart outgrows of U
Kills feels like sleeping with nothing to ease U and theses Blues
Wanting = U & I will be weary
U& I = Only Wanting to be.. Wanting to be like my little pocket diary.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
Wishing 19 was never not a dream.
Tired of Dying = Near or Far without U scares me to not take these fears away and explores the I.
Tried to pick up the phone, but I failed not wanted to hear my howlings of this hard goodbyes.
Wishing your eyes on I = Wanting U with mine
Kills me growing apart = Making I, the heart outgrows of U
Kills feels like sleeping with nothing to ease U and theses Blues
Wanting = U & I will be weary
U& I = Only Wanting to be.. Wanting to be like my little pocket diary.
never know the world to see .. small world same people
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