You are a beautiful creature with a fragile heart.
I wonder whatever happens to your smile behind closed doors?
Out of sight, out of mind, you are the wind.
You are slipping through my hands.
Your brain is a slow moving train.
At the end of your rope,you taste the rain.
You are in such a haste to waste away.
Sad, you have Nawawala all hope and want to escape really bad.
Time reveals your true colors.
Whichever part of you will win this twisted game? You sway back and forth like a willow tree.
You breathe and everybody knows your name. Fame is not enough to keep you alive.
Why can't everything stay...
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