Sitting in my room
A ****** is the moon
I stare back at her
Gone when I wake at noon
She's always gone too soon
Who do you run to?
When you just want comfort
When you just want to be cured
I just want to be cured
I just want to be cured
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Sitting in my room
A ****** is the moon
I stare back at her
Gone when I wake at noon
She's always gone too soon
Who do you run to?
When you just want comfort
When you just want to be cured
I just want to be cured
I just want to be cured
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