You play hide and go seek with your little telephone.
While I sit here at night all on my own.
The whispers I hear when I walk by your room,
Then stop when you here me but then soon will resume.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
You play hide and go seek with your little telephone.
While I sit here at night all on my own.
The whispers I hear when I walk by your room,
Then stop when you here me but then soon will resume.
-I am just as confused as you are-
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