God, I wish killing time still had its charm... Forget me not, it's all this imperfection dwindling But for some reason, it's beautiful. Fabricated idealism. Exaggerated fascination. Lovers so passionate, can't be so practical.
God, I wish killing time still had its charm... Forget me not, it's all this imperfection dwindling But for some reason, it's beautiful. Fabricated idealism. Exaggerated fascination. Lovers so passionate, can't be so practical.