dreaming of beauty and then for
bigger things, and im
that feeling in the pit of
your stomach how can you
feeling i could never be with
twenty one of these,
how was i to know that you'd be
here where
these things may come easier for
you my friend but
how many times did he love you?
til these arms won’t
and after the ocean i would sit
in my bed
My heart turns to stone, because of what you've done
You
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