really mucked up in the head
on the wrong foot
i can't think straight
n they've got me down
where is the magic
of my childhood
stolen from my heart
ripped out from my soul
no-one to talk to
hello good morning
how was your day
sweet dreams good night
so i just speak to myself
squeezing out the life
of every love I've known
n theres no-one here
where is the magic
of my childhood
stolen from my heart
ripped out from my soul
no-one to talk to
hello good morning
how was your day
sweet dreams goodnight
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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