The soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
What a strange being you are, God knows where I would be If you hadn't found me, sitting all alone in the dark A dumb screenshot of youth Watch how a cold broken teen Will desperately lean on a superglued human of proof What the hell would I be, without you Brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth 'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates, so where do we begin I can finally see, you're as fucked up as me So how do we win? Yeah, I'm sick of losing soulmates, won't be alone again I can finally see, you're as fucked up as me So how do we win?
- Sick of losing soulmates Dodie Clark
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