toi are a beautiful creature with a fragile heart.
I wonder whatever happens to your smile behind closed doors?
Out of sight, out of mind, toi 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, toi have Lost all hope and want to escape really bad.
Time reveals your true colors.
Whichever part of toi will win this twisted game? toi sway back and forth like a willow tree.
You breathe and everybody knows your name. Fame is not enough to keep toi alive.
Why can't everything stay...
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