Asleep in my prison that nests in my head. My thoughts are forgotten, my words are unsaid. Paint me a picture, with colors so pure, and lure me to living, the life I adore. And.. if you be kind, knock on my eyelids. (they hide what's inside.) And tell me a tale, without anger or pride. Tell me the reason you bother to touch this girl without beauty while others have much... Asleep in my prison that nests in my head. My thoughts are forgotten, my words left unsaid.Birth sign: Aries
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