When I lay down next to you
A million whispers fill
I cried times just thinking of you
Your hollow face makes
Looking at your eyes
They’re darker everyday
Scared to go inside
You huddle
Seven days since I left you
It’s been seven days since
After all this time
She’s a stranger to you
And the distance
For all that its worth
There’s a smile on your face
Red
See you,
And all the lengths you go to,
And all the
You buy the magazine,
It teach you who to be.
You wear
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