All you have made is, A bird with injured wings; That flies - TopicsExpress



          

All you have made is, A bird with injured wings; That flies without progress, In a circle, hovering. Theres dark in your eyes now, Your parents cannot see; And all of your secrets, Stare only toward me. Its not getting easier, Easier to let go. If I was smarter, Would have never let you know. All you have made is, A bird with injured wings; That flies without progress, In a circle, hovering. Theres dark in your eyes now, Your parents cannot see; And all of your secrets, Stare only toward me. Its getting easier, Easier to get hurt. If I could start over, I would get to you first.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 05:20:44 +0000

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