Childish
Sparkly dreams, magic wand Hugged by kisses when your knees hit the floor Colorful delusions, patches of euphoria that the end of the day, by comforting hands I was welcomed Where is my time It was with the wind I no longer fit in your arms your lullabies fill my ears With empty melodies I'm not your baby anymore But tell your baby That she is still your baby But im such a childish
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