the first publish

Some days it all come clear some night it feels easy
In some dreams I'm happy and cracy
in some mornings I just cry
Can't say if I'm shaking
can't say if I'm cold or warm.
Can't tell you what love is I never beenthere

I run right into heaven were I have lost a piece of me
I run right out of hell cause its burns to love

You've set my heart on fire You've put my life in danger
What am I looking for What could be better.


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