Every morning I wake with the half-risen sun shining through
my blinds
It glistens beautifully off the tears streaming from my eyes
Every morning I wake, I remember the olden days
Just a boy crying for his lost balloon
With such a big imagination, it could have sent you to the moon
Oh how I would give anything to turn back time
Every morning, I'm mourning
Baby brother, I miss you.
It's
because I
w a s SELFISH
A N D
r a n a w a y
Yo u could
H A V E B E E N
SAVED
IF OnlY I
Stayed
IN MY
P L A C E
I'm sorry
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
Every morning I wake with the half-risen sun shining through
my blinds
It glistens beautifully off the tears streaming from my eyes
Every morning I wake, I remember the olden days
Just a boy crying for his lost balloon
With such a big imagination, it could have sent you to the moon
Oh how I would give anything to turn back time
Every morning, I'm mourning
Baby brother, I miss you.
It's
because I
w a s SELFISH
A N D
r a n a w a y
Yo u could
H A V E B E E N
SAVED
IF OnlY I
Stayed
IN MY
P L A C E
I'm sorry
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