Goodbye to a bright-lit soul
Lost to the power of pain
The fate’s thread has been cut
Into the candle wick I light
Goodbye to a bright-lit soul
Lost to the power of pain
The fate’s thread has been cut
Into the candle wick I light
Note: this language is Myndol, a language I made up. It doesn't perfectly translate to the English alphabet, so there are a couple of unusual symbols.
* = Slight pause in speech
~ = Raise an eyebrow and huff
Your hair is blond like the sun kissed your roots and long cause no one told you you could cut it
My hair is dark like I mixed every paint on my head and buzzed cause I was angry
Katy wouldn’t have taken this vacation if she knew how much trouble it would be. Yeah, a trip to the beaches of Southern California sounded great when her boyfriend had proposed it.
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