Ever Again

wondering how my life should be
depressed by all the things I see

turning out to be lonely again
left behind by thousend men

walking in the middle of the night
drowning in the river in the moonlight

falling in a restless sleep
nowing I turned out to be weak

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  • Tolstoy

    echt supermooi geschreven,

    1 decennium geleden

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