It's so lonely here, but somehow calm
I'm scared I might forget myself soon
I'm on my own here, with sweaty palms
That have no one to hold in their silent tune
It's too quiet, so full of peace
I'm terrified of what I'll become
Creatures of the night, will never cease
To be wild in their own home.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
It's so lonely here, but somehow calm
I'm scared I might forget myself soon
I'm on my own here, with sweaty palms
That have no one to hold in their silent tune
It's too quiet, so full of peace
I'm terrified of what I'll become
Creatures of the night, will never cease
To be wild in their own home.
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