Loneliness
Could lead me to the darkest places
A hall of memories
Hiding obscure blurry faces
When I search inside myself
There's a quiet emptiness
Still as the lonesome midnight
There's always regret
In Letting go
Not ever how I wanted
This to go
In another life
We can see eye to eye
Tomorrow is another day
Promise, we'll be fine
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
Loneliness
Could lead me to the darkest places
A hall of memories
Hiding obscure blurry faces
When I search inside myself
There's a quiet emptiness
Still as the lonesome midnight
There's always regret
In Letting go
Not ever how I wanted
This to go
In another life
We can see eye to eye
Tomorrow is another day
Promise, we'll be fine
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