(don't get deep on this one) Your getting your way. Yeah, your getting what you want. You wanted me gone. Who am i to judge? Who am i to push what won't budge? So i left. Same as i came. A little less visable. A little less sane. It was so early, That west bound train. And now i hear your doing well, And now i finally understand. You did'nt need space just another man.. And of course your doing well, But i hope your not waiting for me to wish you well.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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