My mind wanders,
Still, he is in it.
My heart race faster,
His name is shouted
Beat by beat
And just like any other nights
I am missing him, still.
When morning comes,
He is the kind of hope
I wanna steal.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
My mind wanders,
Still, he is in it.
My heart race faster,
His name is shouted
Beat by beat
And just like any other nights
I am missing him, still.
When morning comes,
He is the kind of hope
I wanna steal.
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