I see where I linger
Between the forestry,
My heart beats for his voice,
Between the forestry,
I scream to ask him,
I need to feel my fingertips,
So speak the words I told you to,
But my head won't give in to let me free.
Between the forestry,
I see that he is wounded,
I know that I should leave him alone,
Between the forestry,
But I need my voice to carry on,
And there's no doubting my own cowardliness.
So I go,
Go away,
Far from this place,
So I go,
Away,
Away,
Away...from him.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
I see where I linger
Between the forestry,
My heart beats for his voice,
Between the forestry,
I scream to ask him,
I need to feel my fingertips,
So speak the words I told you to,
But my head won't give in to let me free.
Between the forestry,
I see that he is wounded,
I know that I should leave him alone,
Between the forestry,
But I need my voice to carry on,
And there's no doubting my own cowardliness.
So I go,
Go away,
Far from this place,
So I go,
Away,
Away,
Away...from him.
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