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Love, I’ve made a mistake. A graven error Fit to the terrors And tremors befitting the quakes. For me, the buildings are falling
Imbecile. That’s what they call me. It’s not my fault I’m occasionally late And stubborn And forgetful.
If we got caught we’d be so dead. Everyone thinks we’re asleep in bed. Our music is so loud, We are the bad crowd.
I get so close, Then drift away, I'm only scared of what they'll say, But in this world, It matters not, In a few years, I'll be forgot, But in Heaven, I'll surely be known,