Looking back on reflection, i know my time is being spent, underneath the glass dreams on our past, my broken heart sits, out streched and torn, blow the candle out another day is fucked up, oh well i hold my head up and march on, i know the days we spent we didn't spend in vain, cuz what i felt in side was genuine not just a silly game, we are free and the world is for the happy one's not just a boy like meBirth sign: Virgo
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