And I'd rather make sense
than still be with you
again.
Only time can be a
prophet, & it sees all in
the end.
Yes I'd rather pretend
than be a shadow once
again.
I won't volunteer my
heart when finally
it's mine to lend.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
And I'd rather make sense
than still be with you
again.
Only time can be a
prophet, & it sees all in
the end.
Yes I'd rather pretend
than be a shadow once
again.
I won't volunteer my
heart when finally
it's mine to lend.
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