Uncertainty is the mother of all disasters. He knew it a little too well
Because his life never knew of scars so deep that they tore the soul apart
Heart skipped a thousand beats.
I guess you'll always rule my heart, she thought
She didn't want love, trust or all of those things.
My dreams on a piece of paper
Even the skies cried for another chance
You & I were not even made from the same dust
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