It hurts when we know about something we wanted
Has taken by another buyer
Whereas we had saved some money
To have it
It's like a violin without strings
You can't create any harmonies
Nonsense
Vain
The boy who came along with you
On that oldie bike
And that coquettish wind
The way you played around with those strings
It hurts
I need a new paper
Created by : Suci Choi
My Best Regards with a Tear on,
Suci Choi
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