A little more depending on...A little more is depending on the imagination of the audienceYou can all go for a walkI’m gonna try to nullify my lifeThen thank your god that I’m not thereCause when the smack begins to flowAnd that blood is in my headI really don’t care anymore.I wish that I were born a thousand years agoAway from the big city.
Just a friendI can’t escapeI try to realize a world of fine ideasFriends don’t understandParents’ care too muchFamiliar music hurts my earsSmells torch my fragile senses We want to remain connectionsBut boundaries of sentiment hover above my consciousnessI want to believe that your smile remains pure without the infection of the past Save for later, when miffed thoughts hurt no moreYou were my key to a more picturesque subsistence but the locks to your affection were changed fast, too fast…faster than I could have ever kept up with.Now I am just a visitor, a passerby Will you remember what I felt?What you mea
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