she asked me today do u write
things tat r put up on ur wall r original?
what shd i say how shd i react
ur d inspiration u dont even know tat fact
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My Old Sesson
Summer sweating, winter cooling.. And am waiting for rainy rain...where the seasons, where are choices.. Oh my luck of good give me my season.. its back thought.. my senses gone..all remains constant.. You &me still segregated.. Then why the hell the earth revolves around sun..i dont want cloud , i dont need club of moon nights.. Just give me my season back, ..that all i need.. To pass my surface time. i dont care breakthrough any begininng.. I dönt wan live my generation.. Stil i wan b generation.. Star... Oh my goodluck..Give me my season back again..