Picture of me
Pictures of Me Always Hanging On You’re Wall.
But at You’re House You Don’t See Me At All.
It’s All Just a Faded memory. But In a distant All of
My pictures on You’re Wall All Come lashing down
Like a Gust of Wind Pushing them off. Than just like that
I’m Out of You’re Life. It’s all a purpose driven World
You Got Someone one Minute than one Minute There Gone
It’s all about how Life Treats You And How You Treat The World
But at You’re House You Don’t See Me At All.
It’s All Just a Faded memory. But In a distant All of
My pictures on You’re Wall All Come lashing down
Like a Gust of Wind Pushing them off. Than just like that
I’m Out of You’re Life. It’s all a purpose driven World
You Got Someone one Minute than one Minute There Gone
It’s all about how Life Treats You And How You Treat The World
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