To the sticks and the
stones
the words that been thrown
around like dolls
and the tears that fall
to the butterflies
that hide in the trees
you never once understood
what you ment to me.
(c)
the words that been thrown
around like dolls
and the tears that fall
to the butterflies
that hide in the trees
you never once understood
what you ment to me.
(c)
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