The smell of stale cigarettes and
the moons reflection off a damp street
Somewhere in Europe
Dead, hopeless with
beggars staggering along alleyways
You are lost like those beggars
yet wish to be in their place
i'm stuck here
Darling,
nobody's holding you down
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
The smell of stale cigarettes and
the moons reflection off a damp street
Somewhere in Europe
Dead, hopeless with
beggars staggering along alleyways
You are lost like those beggars
yet wish to be in their place
i'm stuck here
Darling,
nobody's holding you down
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