My brain pleads to my heart to meet a girl 'named' serotonin
And I plead for some **** sleep.
I can't though because some people just don't know how to close a door after they open it or even put a bookmark in the part of the book they stopped reading.
Maybe they can't read, I guess it's not worth the daydream.
She sleeps in the photographs.
She sleeps in the music.
She sleeps in my heart,
but she sleeps...
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
My brain pleads to my heart to meet a girl 'named' serotonin
And I plead for some **** sleep.
I can't though because some people just don't know how to close a door after they open it or even put a bookmark in the part of the book they stopped reading.
Maybe they can't read, I guess it's not worth the daydream.
She sleeps in the photographs.
She sleeps in the music.
She sleeps in my heart,
but she sleeps...
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