Callum Kyle (1991-01-22 / London)
This angel doesn't belong to me,
Every second in her company,
Is slowed down,
Why doesn't this angel belong to me,
Regrets come to pass,
but love always seems to last,
This angel doesn't belong to me.
Theres a lot behind this that i will write about some day, but for now I think its best to not say as far as this.
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