I want to ask you out on Sunday
But my brain likes to run away
And if I ever had half a speech
I hope it'd be your ears that's reached
I never thought I'd ever see love
But I guess I've had enough
So if my weight would simply cease
I hope you find me something at least
...
If my mind could stop running
And I didn't spend all of my time mourning
Maybe I'd feel a little bit safe
To find a little happy face
Wear it on and find another one
That'll won't make the bad days go on
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- Author: The 2 A.M Writer ( Offline)
- Published: July 31st, 2017 23:09
- Category: Unclassified
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