I think it's going to be a few years before they catch on
Like a bird with a wing on the ground
Like a ghost that could find a home
Like a man with a scar on his arm
And a girl with a broken..
Like a bird with a wing on the ground
Like a ghost that could find a home
Like a man with a scar on his arm
And a girl with a broken..
As much as, like I said, that you could be someone who's not happy, depressed, or angry, but you still need this, you still want that.
 Everybody loves something. Everybody wants some good feelings. And that's you trying to refill this love emotion again.
I could show you how to do it and give you some hints, but I warn you, it's very addictive
We are shot by the guns of love *4
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It's like, I couldn't function properly. I would always keep thinking about them, but I wanted to stop it.
I wanted to forget someone I actually cared about, I actually loved.
Like a bird with a wing on the ground
Like a ghost that could find a home
Like a man with a scar on his arm
And a girl with a broken..
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Everyone has issues. Everyone is dealing with their wreckages.
Have to accept that. Have to accept people as they are, and realize nobody's perfect.
Love doesn't have to be perfect; it only has to be real, OK?
You know, If we are missing someone, and we notice that we are so engrossed with doing something we love, (then) all thoughts cease. Right?
Maybe like dancing around. We actually, for one moment, stop thinking about that person. And whoa, right?
And then once that........