A green chair
Smoke fills the room
Laugher
They hold each other close
She use to feel so alone
But they became each others home
She held on too tight
She was afraid to let him go
They knew he was going to have to leave
Now she craves to be home
She is all alone
All she hopes every morning is to wake up in his arms again
Only to be disappointed again
Again
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
A green chair
Smoke fills the room
Laugher
They hold each other close
She use to feel so alone
But they became each others home
She held on too tight
She was afraid to let him go
They knew he was going to have to leave
Now she craves to be home
She is all alone
All she hopes every morning is to wake up in his arms again
Only to be disappointed again
Again
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