sexta-feira, maio 13

And when the rain would fall down I'd just stare out my window dreamin' of what could be and if I'd end up happy, I would play trying hard to reach out but, when I tried to speak out felt like no one could hear me, wanted to belong here but something felt so wrong here. So... I'd pray I could break away.

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