My Kind of Diary
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You do not send me those songs anymore

Original language: EN
Disrupting love sound that cured my deepest wounds I guess my basic taste can't offer you much more Than wanting to retrieve your loneliness in woods You do not send me those songs anymore They were a stitch on my bloodstream frame I hoped to culminate your thoughts and soul But nothing gets enough when we throw the feels in flame You do not send me those songs anymore And this loud silence invaded my bones We listening each other through the ears But can't hear the real meaning of the words.