Setting sun on wilted girl
If I ever find the reason…my head is so mishappen
I may just start believing…that life is lived on purpose
Until then Ill keep wishing on the setting sun…that my heart keeps repeating what its already begun.
If I ever find the reason…my head is so mishappen
I may just start believing…that life is lived on purpose
Until then Ill keep wishing on the setting sun…that my heart keeps repeating what its already begun.
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How can there be purpose without reason, after all?
Last line flows real nicely.
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