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By Mr. Little Jeans. :]
Enjoy

Two is the number I think collides

one has the feeling Im satisfied

I always wanted to turn a blind eye

But I decided to breathe when the water sighs

Warm were my eyes as they hold my smile

Dark blue shirt running to the floor
stained the tiles that you walk on
The room, the stairs, the door that leads me out your narrow drive way
The door, the stairs, the room that are gonna keep me coming back from heartache
even if I knew, I'd do it again.
Stones to the attic falling to the ground
Hallow is the sound when you're not around