came across this song by accident. love it. love the melody.
there, was some time traveling.
some reflection upon self.
some exchange of words.
who would be able to live an adolescent's life, without admitting its tough?
who would be able to draw a clear, unadulterated line between infatuation and faith?
who would know the secret pains that a girl has in the closet of her heart?
or who would understand the feelings of a boy whose love is unrecipocrated?
and behind each laughter, is a wound,
that i refuse to see.
i'm so sorry.
the wasted kindness.
unrecipocrated.
sigh. it hurts to hold on.
it hurts to let go.
tell me, what do we do.
Yes, I hear the cry...of my own heart...
how can I live
so pure and free
free of contradicting thought?
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