Wild Without Freedom
In this time, there is no one
Except.. our photo sheet
I still keep her swan
She gives me while she was sits
Wondering....
If I was born as a chair
But I am indeed the chair that every night you sit
Beside a cat, with your long hair
And I set my sheat
I don't know what is the thing that I can guess. Is it a sign? Or just my imagination. Me and you are never exist.
Don't try, okay?
This's hard, so you can't afford
I am the only one key
To fixing, to ford
Sorry....
Can not being someone that you want
I am me, and you are you
Knowing that you won
Make me getting wild but not free
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