Time, lost in thoughtless consumption
and I, differ from the plan
this time it's only fair we exchange our
hidden feelings, it's only fair.
Wake up, to this smell of dying roses
we not only do the mourning
it's become a bleak obsession
when feelings become possessions
Hurry up and end it now, before we grow up and apart
and realize, that we don't need each other to love,
to hate, to despise and fell desired
dissipated feelings overwhelm but are admired
Because we need a need
we lose things things just to get others
we take what we don't need, just to feed the
feeling greed, we steal looks & we rob images
bring your own proteccion, I can't offer any...
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