I've become torn Between the truth and the lies Holding my head up twoards the sun I wonder where in the hell I belong Nothing comforts me more Than his arms around me Lately though, his arms Are never around me I can't remember who it was That kissed me on the forhead Was it him or was it you? Who was it in my dreams? The way my life is played out I wonder where I'm going to And what the point of this is If we all end up in some kind of grave
Reason for writing:
Life...
Birth sign: Libra
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