Getting older, learning to burry the past
Looking for men who may heal me fast
Found myself in bad situations, the kind that wake me from my sleep
When all I ever wanted was someone to love me
Bare hands kept me silent
No matter how far I go, I can't run from it
No nightmares again he said, and we close our eyes
But still I wake at 3am fighting the Demond's in the night.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
Getting older, learning to burry the past
Looking for men who may heal me fast
Found myself in bad situations, the kind that wake me from my sleep
When all I ever wanted was someone to love me
Bare hands kept me silent
No matter how far I go, I can't run from it
No nightmares again he said, and we close our eyes
But still I wake at 3am fighting the Demond's in the night.
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