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Gravitykiller
you were never what you seemed;even when you stole the breeze,ripped it headfirst from the skyand sold it to the highest bidder.you are never what you seem,not held down by gravity;killing that along with blue,your only hated color.i'll set you on a glass,i'll crack the floor, i'llhold you down, andpull you up again—YouMissedThe dizzy line of fictionSo I could not save youEven if I wanted toYou MissedThe spinning path of dreamingSo I could not save youEven if I wanted to.
From Letras Mania