Counting the days while you're away
Wishing to reach the end of this play
I Don't really know wether to leave or stay
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I am lost in an unknown world
Armed with pens that write words
That are as deadful as swords
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The hope that she's coming back again
Will never be faded under the rain
No one but thee can stop the pain
.
Missing the voice that graces the songs
So magical ! The way it makes me strong
While listening to it, I forget where I belong
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Imagery have described the path
We've walked through with closed eyes
Things ended up you being wrath
You hanging out with the guys
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Where the hell that angel is hidden?!
The creepy puppet isn't welcome here
Once she appears, she will be chidden
"I've done thy mother" with it, thy cheer
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Do you remember the day you were mad?
You looked lovely as summer's fruits
You couldn't hide your smile when I said
"Hey there! You are so cute :3"
.
Everything thy said ima quote
Sometimes you cross the red line
You were worth every word I wrote
You, my friend, are the best thing that's ever been mine (:
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Although mates, each others they kill
Amazing, "Friendship" will always still
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Hey guys, hope ypu like this one and thanks for all the supporting comments (:
Simply, I was missing the old days, no big deal #TEHEE
Thanks again for the support (:
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