Jan 2018
They make me happy
And they don’t have a clue
They make me wish I was with them
That I could be held by them
Even if I knew it wouldn’t last
And they don’t have a clue
They make me wish I was with them
That I could be held by them
Even if I knew it wouldn’t last
I told her in may
She called me a friend
I am dead inside
She called me a friend
I am dead inside
