I’m falling for the echoes of my past
the haunting of a time
when love was love and simple lines
were enough to see me through.
Now wisdoms here, my desires unclear
I’m biting through and through
I’m falling for the echoes of my past
the haunting of a time
when love was love and simple lines
were enough to see me through.
Now wisdoms here, my desires unclear
I’m biting through and through
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