when the lights are out,
when everything turns silent...
that's when I lay in bed,
our song playing softly.
in the world of darkness,
I repeat your name like a broken tape...
praying that you'll come back,
hoping that in the end it's still going to be
you and I
f.t
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
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