Paper faces
Paper faces Paper friends
Paper faces Paper friends Paper hearts
It's like a darts
It's like a darts Who will shoot at my heart?
It's like a darts Who will shoot at my heart? These feelings grown up like a grass
It's like a darts Who will shoot at my heart? These feelings grown up like a grass Like a beard
That change your appearence
I prefer to keep such "friends" at a distance
I prefer to keep such "friends" at a distance what is the essence of true love?
I prefer to keep such "friends" at a distance what is the essence of true love? But I got distracted...
Paper friends Paper faces Paper hearts...
Be careful when you collect your heart in pieces...
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