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Technically there was no gun.
There was no knife.
There was just
us
And our depression
Once upon a time,
not so long ago
an average girl had an average life.
She did not sing,
she did not dance,
she did not have powers.
Snow White was just over her life.
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
the place of stay is too quiet, ghosts and ghouls only appear to cut their lawn there isn’t much noise
I am convinced that this neighborhood could be an illusion, the houses are family grave stones
