Would I wish it on them?
If I had any friends
love to defend
My smiles are pretend
Get used to it
I know the real problem,
There's no bother solving.
And when I am alone,
When I'm sitting by the phone
Just waiting.
I am dreaming.
I'm not sleeping,
I'm dreaming of leaving.
I'm not grieving.
There are things to fix
And I'm used to it.
There are places to go
And go there alone.
I enjoy the empty bliss,
I'm used to it.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
Would I wish it on them?
If I had any friends
love to defend
My smiles are pretend
Get used to it
I know the real problem,
There's no bother solving.
And when I am alone,
When I'm sitting by the phone
Just waiting.
I am dreaming.
I'm not sleeping,
I'm dreaming of leaving.
I'm not grieving.
There are things to fix
And I'm used to it.
There are places to go
And go there alone.
I enjoy the empty bliss,
I'm used to it.
Love happiness sadness friends
Copyright © 2013 Isabelle Tietbohl
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