start trying with me.
when I'm thinking with my eyes closed, you walk in, take my hand
and waltz towards the backstage.
Already when I start writing, you are all my pen writes.
help me because I can't live in shadows anymore
and neither can you wait for something that never took off.
Help me.
I need help. you know that,
then why are you just standing there, my macho man?
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a/n: the video above just breaks my heart.
S.K
