Scream into my ear every word I wanted to hear
From you
Your brown eyes make me want to hide
Looking into them make me want to cry
Why must the odds make it impossible for you to be mine?
Every image of us I need to leave behind
In my arms is where you belong in the imagined reality in my mind
Alone I've always been, loneliness is the only future that can be seen
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Scream into my ear every word I wanted to hear
From you
Your brown eyes make me want to hide
Looking into them make me want to cry
Why must the odds make it impossible for you to be mine?
Every image of us I need to leave behind
In my arms is where you belong in the imagined reality in my mind
Alone I've always been, loneliness is the only future that can be seen
