When we go down
Our way never found out
Though they
need on me
How we want
the first thing
Go on,
never stick
Till my soul gets sick
Ran out
of this feels Before all got chills
Feeling like a little bad Ready or bored from mistakes last
Hope
it disappear inside Foolish imagination's eye
Regain
possessed stills Aggressive won't compete
Should come a bit
Won't strike
on my plea
Pain
obsessed My mind
can't address
Silent
protest Face all the nonetheless
Feeling
like a little bad Ready or bored from mistakes last
Hope it
disappear inside Foolish
imagination's eye
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