no more promises to anyone i can't keep i promise to forever love you till i fall and weep no more promise no more sorrow no longer shall i follow floored and lost among them i just want to be me again fool enough to almost see this cool enough to almost be this fool enough to want to flee this dumb enough to want to free this swinging to and fro in the wind hanging from this light pole again we'll go through this drama right than what kind of crap do you call a sin righteous assholes and holier than thou wiping sweat from my brow landing on the outside fool enough to have fried when i can finally, i will have to have to have tried finally, i will.Birth sign: Aries
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