Paroles de 57StoRM03

Everybody marching
In this fable of love
They're pulling on my pigtail
Forgetting the dream

Secretly I was gradually falling into
A deep over sleepy
Awkwardly comfortable cradle
And then,
The angel of spring came down and kissed me with
The pink of sunlight

I free the sound
Alive the sound
It cleaves with the wind of the violent storms,
Transforming my body

You're compelling that I am wrong
I aim to please your tension
So I keep my feet off the ground
I'm losing my perspective

How pleasing the warmth that lay on my skin,
Remembering where beauty exists again

I free the sound It feels so good to be myself again
The storm sees
Transforming my body
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