Memoirs Of A Crying Darling

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Look at me with your sleepy eyes

We don't need to hide

I want to touch your face

Take me to outer space

osculate me with your eyes open

So you can be able to see me melting

Sometimes I think about the past

I end up falling down to a filthy path

Love, I don't like to see so much throb

So much wasted

and this moment keeps slipping away

And all my aptitudes, they return

And the grand exterior, soon will burn

With out a din, without my pride

I reach out from the inside.