Sometimes I wonder if God hides out in cities to set us free
Cuz yeah this room is crowded but I am so alone in it, help me please
Where is home?
I want you to know
That I wish you were here
I am so much more
Than all of my fears
Than all of these tears
My tears, yeah.
[Edit]
I hate when you get busy with work.I miss you.
1 comment:
im sorry i was busy at work. im sorry for so many things. i wish i waited below your building for longer. i love you
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