it's 4 a.m.
the sight is getting clearer
and i know
the sun is going to shine on my window sill
and the beams will hit my bed
on the spot where you used to lie
and i wish you were like the sun
the one i'll wake up to in the morning
but you're gone
and the sun has just taken your place
and it's supposed to be warm on that spot
you know
but whenever i touch it
it feels incredibly cold
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
it's 4 a.m.
the sight is getting clearer
and i know
the sun is going to shine on my window sill
and the beams will hit my bed
on the spot where you used to lie
and i wish you were like the sun
the one i'll wake up to in the morning
but you're gone
and the sun has just taken your place
and it's supposed to be warm on that spot
you know
but whenever i touch it
it feels incredibly cold
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