Dance with me in the rain.
Sing with me at the top of your lungs.
Laugh along with me and my lame jokes.
Run away with me to the Bahamas.
Discover with me a secret place.
Come on an adventure with me to find ourselves.
Sweep me off my feet and carry me away from it all.
Hold me as tight as you can, so that i am either safe in your arms, or dead from suffocation. Either one of those will help me forget.
The old has gone...
The new has come...
I Will Not Conform To The Pattern Of This World.
I Will Be Transformed.
I Will... go to sleep now...
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