Her fantasy
Simple
hearts have no story
And writing
can’t save me
So I let
myself escape from me
And turn
into crazy
My
thoughts will be always running free
And you
can’t take it from me
As a
poet on earth, exiled away
Nothing’s
gonna take my soul away
Took the
train in vain
With his
lies and Champaign
Because
needed someone to shut up my brain
And kiss
me under the pouring rain
Now that
nothing’s left
Your
compel, a never ending debt
Have
killed your joy
Like a
defect toy
We will
be always playing
As a paw
of entraining
The show
is over
And we
can only remember
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