I have brown hair and orange eyes, and I'm not going to China.
I have red heir and brown eyes, and I'm not going to Ireland.
I have no hair, I have an infection, and I'm going home.
I have no hair, a have a smile on my face and I'm going to the hospital.
I have no hair, I have a smile on my face, and I'm in intensive care.
I have three strands of hair. No smile on my face, and I'm not here.
I have two parents, 1 brother, and I have a disease that killed me.
My name is Dylan,
And it has been 5 years.
And I still miss every body back down there.
I was 11.
And I miss those times we spent together, I miss hanging out and laughing at you when James showed me the stupid things you wrote in your wardrobe.
I miss you too Dylan.
'Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said & done
I just never took the time
But you were always on my mind
You were always on my mind'
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said & done
I just never took the time
But you were always on my mind
You were always on my mind'

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