It's a love, but its not.
Its a dove, when its shot
how you feel when you're on top,
and yet you know you're going to drop.
Once a great affection now gone bad
Shouldn't be the cause of why you're sad
Get it going it's just the same
You drop, and sift, and fly without wings without sky.
a wise man's little flaws,
a friendly cats sharpened claws,
the world of thought that makes you pause,
and think about your life's great cause
Once a great affection now gone bad
Shouldn't be the cause of why you're sad
Get it going it's just the same
You drop, and sift, and fly without wings without sky.
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