Girl's eyes, butterflies, how she cries, can't get through to you,
She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you,
Each time you play a melody, it means the earth to this little girl,
Can you be cruel and break her heart, tear her small world apart.
i want autumn its soo fucknig hot out. i almost faitned picking up leaves. gross. i
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♥ phil of the furture
♥ conneys custard,
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