wrong timing but with every cloud comes a silver lining
maybe it wore just sign of a time that you would me decline
that my mom was dumb enough to say boy bye
but i recall laying , crying - screaming why
the pulse went in 190 and i still feel for heaven sent
i got a playlist that remind me about us
and will probably write million poems
bet you dont remember me
but i will always remember when we chat in october
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