I'm alone.
I can feel my heart giving up on me,
It just might be something destine to happen.
I see war on the screen,
It's cruel and unclean.
I'll always worry more about you then me.
I am unkind and rude.
Have no eyes so no point of view.
I wish you could come home.
That's something my soul needs, is you lying next to me
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
I'm alone.
I can feel my heart giving up on me,
It just might be something destine to happen.
I see war on the screen,
It's cruel and unclean.
I'll always worry more about you then me.
I am unkind and rude.
Have no eyes so no point of view.
I wish you could come home.
That's something my soul needs, is you lying next to me
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