There are days I want to run away
And drown in my own aroma.
To inhale what they didn’t
And love whom they couldn’t.
But then I again choose to stay
And tell myself it was silly notion.
To do what they wouldn’t
And forget what I shouldn’t.

There are days I want to run away
And drown in my own aroma.
To inhale what they didn’t
And love whom they couldn’t.
But then I again choose to stay
And tell myself it was silly notion.
To do what they wouldn’t
And forget what I shouldn’t.
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