Current Mood: 
Nostalgic
Nostalgic
Where I stand, the sky now cries
Where I got lost
In your hypnotic eyes
Is this where
We'll meet our end?
With lights that burn and roads that bend
Deliver me from highschool trends
And save us from
A friendship, dead
Where I tread, a cloud now follows
Lost within
Your haunting hollows
Search for me
In desperate hours
Reaching for a hand in aid
Helpless to your binding powers
A victim
To your siren serenade
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