These are the nights and the lights that we fade in
These are the words but the words aren’t coming out
They burn ‘cause they are hard to say
For every failing sun, there’s a morning after
Though I’m empty when you go
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you’re beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I’m thinking of you
I would say I’m sorry, though
Though I really need to go
I just wanted you to know
Det brukar hjälpa att knarka MCR men nu känner jag mig bara ännu mer fjantig, emo och deppig.
Varför finns dom inte när man behöver dom?
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