Lonely, lonely people.
We lay awake at night.
Asking ourselves the same question.
Why does no one lay by our side?
Lonely, Lonely people.
Is too late to give it a try?
I just feel like I’ll keep losing,
I need hands that will point to light.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:44 PM UTC
Lonely, lonely people.
We lay awake at night.
Asking ourselves the same question.
Why does no one lay by our side?
Lonely, Lonely people.
Is too late to give it a try?
I just feel like I’ll keep losing,
I need hands that will point to light.
Written on December 2nd, 2010.
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