Things are never what they seem,
Or what you want them to be.
Hugs, kisses, and love,
Mirrages of your immagination
That only exist to entertain you.
Blurry, jaded, and fuzzy,
It's all fading away.
Feelings
Dissapear,
Only dust in the wind.
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| Sitting, lonely, frustrated. Things are never what they seem, Or what you want them to be. Hugs, kisses, and love, Mirrages of your immagination That only exist to entertain you. Blurry, jaded, and fuzzy, It's all fading away. Feelings Dissapear, Only dust in the wind. |
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