Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
I myself may look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violent waste
Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul...
This is a wasteland now
We spies, we slow hands
Put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
Just be crazy like the good old days
You make me wanna pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul...
This is a wasteland now
I'm probably not going to post very often on this, as it seems to be that the majority of the posts just involve me being stupid...I wish for a lot of things. I need to stop.
I don't know. I just don't. I'm sorry.
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