Lonely and alone,
cold like a stone,
coarse like the sand
rubbing across your hand.
I don't know why
I feel what I feel,
one minute I cry
and my heart's about to peel.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
Lonely and alone,
cold like a stone,
coarse like the sand
rubbing across your hand.
I don't know why
I feel what I feel,
one minute I cry
and my heart's about to peel.