with her heartfelt song
strumming
bumming
or is that just me—
unfulfilled
losing my grasp
and again
my past
has nothing on me
i never could be told—
so why would I tell you?
strumming
bumming
or is that just me—
unfulfilled
losing my grasp
and again
my past
has nothing on me
i never could be told—
so why would I tell you?
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