In his mind my fears, in his arms my citadel.
As though a prayer from the sound of a church bell,
He became the only tale I ever wanted to tell.
And now he wastes his life by the gravel placed so heavily above me,
with a hopeful wait just to see,
If I would come back to what was and will never be.
Friday
preettiee songthing by some retard
I asked if I could be alone,
I had some troubles of my own.
Knew I had to say goodbye,
To all the old things held inside.
If I let the moment fly,
I knew they'd all be magnified..
And it feels alright
I had some troubles of my own.
Knew I had to say goodbye,
To all the old things held inside.
If I let the moment fly,
I knew they'd all be magnified..
And it feels alright
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