Brie

Lonely

You acted as if it was all me

You hated what you saw in me

And the love was gone, it had to flee

But we were scared to be lonely

As your hands roam where they shouldn't, 

do you still think it feels the same?

We don't have to say it means something, 

because we're too scared to be lonely

 

Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Well written, Brie, but don't let the roaming hands lull you into believing that lonelyness can be substitute for love.



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