Always Having Fun Why does this ghost pries open my safe, Pandora's box is smashed to pieces, But the beat still keeps in my heart for it all. The regrets flow in, but last only a while. Killing time but getting older by the second, until I cant see my face in the mirror. Bruised knuckles, smashed windows, Tidal waves of adrenalin, flowing through the body. Keeps me sane enough to not do it again. The first time was funny, the second is a problem. The love flows like a heat wave in my mind, The friends i knew came second best, is i have too. Until now. Coz we cant let go of the past, We'll keep dragging it up through the dirt, Like little brats jumping in the puddles, Splashing the people close to us, But always having funBirth sign: Aquarius
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