I think he saw me as someone else,
As someone I wasn't and could never be,
But you saw me as I am,
Not what I could ever try to be.
As the days goes by, you feel more like home
Home as not the one I want to escape from.
I want to drown in your arms as I picture the confort out of it,
As if no cold on earth could ever get me,
And no evil within.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 3:23 AM UTC
I think he saw me as someone else,
As someone I wasn't and could never be,
But you saw me as I am,
Not what I could ever try to be.
As the days goes by, you feel more like home
Home as not the one I want to escape from.
I want to drown in your arms as I picture the confort out of it,
As if no cold on earth could ever get me,
And no evil within.
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