Knock part 2

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It was a pretty time in my mind, us in an endless timeline.
But I am awake & I am alive now, I kiss the moon goodnight and I'm promising myself not to be your light.
You're gone now, and it's summer.
What a shame, I lost the teeth I loved the most, you don't like my smile if it isn't crooked and it's those small things about you that makes me wanna put you into a book.
But I don't want to see you again, and this must be the end.
Maybe I'll just find you in the woods, finding comfort in an acorn tree
I'm saying "Hugging trees doesn't help when you're lost blue boy, how much does your soul cost?"
You look at me with sadness, at this point I'm thinking that's it's time for you to feed the madness
I'll turn my back, it's no longer you that I lack. I'm going to find myself, live my dream, go towards the stream. Plant a new flower in my mind, a precious one that someone will find. Just made a little wish and now I'm found. I'm gonna tell the world about my life, about how we danced in the livingroom every night. He listens to everything I say, even the music I play on sundays. We paint our hands, paint our necks. We laugh, we cry but never sigh. This is all I've got in mind. A pretty little dream came true somehow, we're shouting ROBBERS all over the town. We held hands, and made some plans. First we said "this is forever" we talked about goals like it was now or never. Me and my purple boy, we settled down. I held the keys, he said "Open your eyes!"
I looked in front of me, saw a purple magic house

 I held the keys, he said "Open your eyes!" I looked in front of me, saw a purple magic house

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 29, 2023 ⏰

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