You asked how I feel. . .

And we tried, oh how we cried
We lost ourselves, the love has died
And though we tried you can’t deny
We’re left as shells, we lost the fight

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?I could really use a wish right now.

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away

You lost me.Airplanes.Secrets

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