I wrote a song. yeah.called.
Broken record
Freezing cold wind flow through
First of May brought me back to that place like a time machine
Nothing’s like the past, just an ocean of people watching a different tape
Oh well, okay.
Amongst all the photo frames, and two bed joined as one
You erased me, and just I fade away
It’s alright, its okay
Love is sacrificing what you feel
Love is sacrifice.
Kit
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