Wake up to find it’s gone
It’s gone for good
The old way is gone
It’s a new neighborhood
Nothing’s quite the same
Same old rules
New twisted game
No feelings save for hate
No love to contemplate
I’m blind without what I need
Without it I’m all alone
I don’t feel safe
Can I learn to call you home?
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
Wake up to find it’s gone
It’s gone for good
The old way is gone
It’s a new neighborhood
Nothing’s quite the same
Same old rules
New twisted game
No feelings save for hate
No love to contemplate
I’m blind without what I need
Without it I’m all alone
I don’t feel safe
Can I learn to call you home?
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