never mind
why
I fought for years
i
need
just so i can fight back
a
file
never mistake me for a sellout
color
want a headache to call my own
just pretend i never changed
to hear stories seen in heaven
feel the fire of Titania in your heart
I am always yours
feel important
I caught the sky's
Her's first
sour embers
the world sits on stilts
and your friend
to recall a syndrome
it's horse trips on mythology
just be a candy
cane
the heart wrenching apple
sauce who make our way to our plate
realize
there wasn't anthing left any where.
there was a
reason for all of this once:
remember the time we asked to go to the theater
and none said no but we stayed home anway?
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