Let's cook the stork that sent you!
Summer's almost over.
I hate this aching pain in my chest,
knowing that one day this will be
but memories from that fateful summer.
We will look back at this &
make distant jokes about
how we used to be,
what we could have been.
And at the back of our hearts & minds
we know, the unspoken truth.
We could have been.
So a year has passed and
autumn is almost here again.
How our time just slips
through our fingers...
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He said "I am the devil, boy,
Come with me and we'll make many storms."
He offered me
the universe but inside my heart there's
a picture of this girl.
I'll taste the devil's tears,
Drink from his soul but I'll
Never give up you.