Is it so wrong I long to be loved?
To hear well done?
To be thought about?
To be held?
To hear how much I mean to someone?
It's what I search for in my darkest hours alone with no one to show me what love is
Is it so wrong I long to be loved?
To hear well done?
To be thought about?
To be held?
To hear how much I mean to someone?
It's what I search for in my darkest hours alone with no one to show me what love is