Rubberband heart
‘Who’s Lily May’?, he whisperd
and moonlight fell on his lovely cheekbone;
‘There can’t be tomorrow, there never can’t be a painter, furthermore’
Later that life he wrote that the sea never lies
But love, doesn’t she keep secrets?
Still, my soul is drained and you learn lessons
‘bout art and Symphony souls, how to create
how to love
You sure took your time, making me feel
the bad one and now I truly believe I am.
’t Hurts like hell
can’t breathe no more, without breaking
…
‘Who’s Lily May’?, he whisperd
and moonlight fell on his lovely cheekbone;
‘There can’t be tomorrow, there never can’t be a painter, furthermore’
Later that life he wrote that the sea never lies
But love, doesn’t she keep secrets?
Still, my soul is drained and you learn lessons
‘bout art and Symphony souls, how to create
how to love
You sure took your time, making me feel
the bad one and now I truly believe I am.
’t Hurts like hell
can’t breathe no more, without breaking
…
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