Is that just my world head over heels?
I am trying reach to fortune wheels. I am hearing voices, don’t like the tone. Reason I can’t put finger on. One grabs my hand and says-“Let’s go”. Its turning point, I can’t say- “No”. His lips keep moving, but I can’t hear. My faith has vanished in pack of beer. I want to hear tonight sweet chello. And I don’t care if cab’s not yellow A naked Cupid aimed his arrow. And this huge crowd became so narrow. He struck me spiteful right in my heart. I beg to spread my wings, you say it’s hard. You corner pieces of my puzzled life. You’re apple of my eye, that won’t see knife. I can’t forget, you said that I am” that type”. If you meant that I am blond, it’s just stereotype. Well this is it, let’s see relation summary. You can take everything, except my memory. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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