For all of the memories, I've give you all of my pleasure
On the next trem, I'll hang up my hands to say you a goodbye
Wherever you belong to, please keep your warmth as well
And also remember, that feelings are sometimes glare
You can get choked,or drunk as hell
Maybe you've get stray,but yet you didn't know
That somethings blue,never back to what they used to
That somethings you reach out, just a wee from what you've lost
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The Paint
PoetryCuma seorang yang hobi berkhayal. Lebih suka mainin kata dibanding mainin perasaan orang.