a couple of generations separate us
i know, i might easily miss the bus
doesnt disappear, the face & the smile
hear my beat, even from a mile
an hour with you, hope(it) never ends
tried to be rude, would like to make amends
that wasnt me, if only u would believe
gimme a chance, this tension should relieve
didnt like it with the wall, used to hate the name
cometh the hour, now i know not all not same
acknowledge that i exist or just even reflect
would jump in joy, as in a bullwhip effect
sitting in class, i'm nobody i know
thinking of her, feel covered by snow
will i meet her, anytime soon?
i dont know, where is my midnight moon?
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