Come Back
The pain of people I once wrecked
Keep coming back, miserable shaped
Cuz minds I used to love, then hate
Are shaping into ghosts, I am the bait
And I would change the way I jumped
So young, naive your soul to drop
But what kind of love is this of us?
The one in which I'd like to miss
The dates with non-sense and abis.
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