I don't want to know,
how it feels to lose my Kurt.
Every day you pull away,
and it takes years to find you;
To find yourself.
She's so sick in her body,
so sick in her soul.
I'll save you.
Just hold on to me.
When it grows dark and cold,
I'll be there,
and we'll get old.
Together.
Not alone.
Just hold on to me.
They left you,
with no words, not enough,
for you.
They left you;
I could never do.
If you think you're drowning, baby
I could always swim.
Just hold on to me.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
I don't want to know,
how it feels to lose my Kurt.
Every day you pull away,
and it takes years to find you;
To find yourself.
She's so sick in her body,
so sick in her soul.
I'll save you.
Just hold on to me.
When it grows dark and cold,
I'll be there,
and we'll get old.
Together.
Not alone.
Just hold on to me.
They left you,
with no words, not enough,
for you.
They left you;
I could never do.
If you think you're drowning, baby
I could always swim.
Just hold on to me.
~To my Love~
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