In a month time, I'm going to be officially Eighteen. I'm surely not one of those immature people & those three words I've said, I meant it deep down. Everything seems to be so lost to me. Just before, I wanted this February to be the best of the year. Somehow, it seems to be ruined.
Sneaking out in the middle of the night, 2 - 3am
Skating around aimlessly w/o any destination,
Reminiscing about you.
I don't want you to leave, neither will I leave you.
Skating around aimlessly w/o any destination,
Reminiscing about you.
I don't want you to leave, neither will I leave you.
-Far Away,
By Nickelback.
By Nickelback.
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