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It is what it is
It was the 18th when I lost myself
On the day when I should have been the happiest
Memories came knocking on my window-like eyes
You can lie, but who can't control your involuntary tears
Aggressively sweeping up your tears to make a...
On the day when I should have been the happiest
Memories came knocking on my window-like eyes
You can lie, but who can't control your involuntary tears
Aggressively sweeping up your tears to make a...
