it's not over till they say it is
We had to grow up when we're still kids
Dream of houses of gold and still do what we're told
Skin made of paper and deep desire inside
Slowly turns to fire
And eats us alive
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A Penny for Your Thoughts?
Поэзия"You turn yourself blue because you believe oxygen wasn't meant for you" "Chasing the dream is half the fun, so what happens when I'm done?" "There is beauty in pain you just have to be desperate to find it." I wrote all the poems in this book. If...
