take me
Take me to the good old days Where my smiles weren't fakes I miss being a sprout Where I can live my life without serious doubt I miss the old me Oh, please just take me I can't stay here in the present I think this is not where I am meant But I don't want to go to future neither I just wanna be a kid forever So, take to the past instead Where I'm far away from being dead © Domar Esmabe
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