The Chase

Fill up room with haze.

Morals are just a phase.

Trust is all the same.

Leave it to the waste.

Dreamt of all the ways.

Thoughts have passed away.

Scream til black and grey.

Faded with the days.

Everytime I've tried.

Your heart won't bugde a mile.

Just won't slip away.

I need it to behave.

Think of all the ways.

Your smile can make me go insane.

Whenever you call my name.

I'll send with so much haste.

I'd hope you'd do the same.


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