Knocking at your door.
I hope that I’m still welcome
Inside the planet you used to call home
But I’m not in the history of yours
29th place is a good range for being me in you
I thought I knew you
I thought we’re good
But now, where are these thoughts going?
Is this the time should I regret almost all the things
We’ve used to called, ours?
The picture starts to bursts from happiness to pain and anger.
I thought its over, but there you are.
I’m heavily broken, don’t know what to do.
I’m choking. It’s unfair.
I thought were on the best part
But there are cloaking things that I can’t understand
Run like a wind. Now, pinch me.
In 3, two and 1, BOoOm!
Put me in your pocket.
Carry me everywhere
I want to witness very thing
No, I’m not desperate, I’m a freaking loser.
Possessively jealous about everyone
why should i feel this way
are you going home or
you're just going to search for
your real happiness
go on and hate me, i wish i could wish.
let's face it, should i really do this
and let everything go.
or walk behind as these tears fall from my face
get lost, i don't want to see you
as for this moment, i need to
think about what this feeling is all about
but i guess in the end someone will ask me this question:
Are you sure you want to delete "..."?
if i click no, it wouldn't but if i click yes.
do this feeling will delete it entirely or
i'm the one who will feel...
DELETED!
Live
Love
Forgive
Never Give Up


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