Past Self

I heard that you moved from the city too
We never found each other in a bloom

This young kid wilding
He messed up to the bone
Roses are red
Violets are blue
What do they know
About me and you

I had a dream these walls were closing in
Somebody said you need to get out of here

This young kid wilding
He messed up to the bone
The street light found him
And left him in the cold
Roses are red
Violets are blue
What do they know
About me and you

Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Storm Carl Goeran
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