I cant help , if people are leaving
to make me happy.
understand what makes me happy first?
to make me happy.
understand what makes me happy first?
Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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