When ever the clock gets to 11:11:11
I make a wish
I'm superstitious
I know this now.
It's always something about love
always about pain of losing someone
Of leaven your Lonely heart Broken on the floor
I wish at 11:11:11 for you to come back but that won't happen
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
When ever the clock gets to 11:11:11
I make a wish
I'm superstitious
I know this now.
It's always something about love
always about pain of losing someone
Of leaven your Lonely heart Broken on the floor
I wish at 11:11:11 for you to come back but that won't happen
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