Style


Sitting in my room
Thinking of a clue
Trying to find a way to get through
Your breaking my heart
And tearing us apart
I thought my life would be brand new
Standing outside
Watching the tide
Constantly thinking of you
I remember your smile
Haven't seen you in a while
But without you i have no style

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