If the time
could flow
The thought of you
would wash away
And who knows why
I want to look far ahead
Cause this is how you cure a lovesickness
Cause that's how it stops hurting
Yet I feel defeated
Yet I feel like I'm losing everything
Yet I feel like I'm losing nothing
If time could pass
I could be next to you
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 8:31 PM UTC
If the time
could flow
The thought of you
would wash away
And who knows why
I want to look far ahead
Cause this is how you cure a lovesickness
Cause that's how it stops hurting
Yet I feel defeated
Yet I feel like I'm losing everything
Yet I feel like I'm losing nothing
If time could pass
I could be next to you
© Chiara Santarelli
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