AWwWWWwww i cant see bryan til next weekend..pshh thats a bummer,
melow is my sturdy heart
found in the dirt and fallen apart
stirring is my lonesome stare
feeling empty feeling bare
hollow is my golden path
hold on as you feel my rath
sing but seldom clear my vioce
fear me now you have no choice
moons of blue fill the air
look slightly
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