Saturday, October 3, 2015

There exist a dream, I cant achieve
There lives a girl whom I cant love
Like the confession of an ending clock
So change your mind, change your mind
It isn’t just a word we speak
Like a blind man and the dark street
Living out in black and white
Who measures the colour for discount price
Can u give him what he sees nothing
Even if he says it has been a habit,
Where can you find him..

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