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I'll lover her 'til forever on
'Til she kills my soul
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Does she love you?..You'll never know
I'll lover her 'til forever on
'Til she kills my soul
There exists an obvious fact that seems utterly moral: namely, that a man is always a prey to this truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them
A Thousand invisible decision led you here...
Who am I?
If the sky falls, weβre in trouble
Girl, I love you
I donβt want to
sometime the lost soul doesn't need an angel, just need another person.
π¬ Good_Fortune
"Why does love have to be unconditional?"
β "Because if anyone saw how ugly I can be... They'll go away for good."
π¬ You
MR.
-Would you like to address the court
Before you're taken into custoday?
-Your honor, throughout this entire case, but you've spent hours horned over my tattoos, days debating about what my lyrics mean. Still never looking at me. The man, the person. It's obvious you're not in search of justice. So there's no point in me, Asking for a lighter sentence. As far as I'm concerned, There's no justice being served here. So do what you want to do, βCause I'm not in your hands, I'm in god hands π
It's like you go to the beach. You go down to the water. It's a little cold. You're not sure you want to go in. There's a pretty girl standing next to you. She doesn't want to go in either. She sees you, and you know that if you just asked her her name, you would leave with her. Forget your life, whoever you came with, and leave the beach with her. And after that day, you remember. Not every day, every week... she comes back to you. It's the memory of another life you could have had. Today is that girl.