Fear and panic in the air.
I want to be free
from desolation and despair.
And I feel like everything I saw
is being swept away
when I refuse to let you go.
I can’t get it right—
get it right—
since I met you.
Loneliness be over.
When will this loneliness be over?
Life will flash before my eyes.
So scattered and lost.
I want to touch the other side.
And no one thinks they are to blame.
Why can’t we see
that when we bleed, we bleed the same?
I can’t get it right—
get it right—
since I met you.
Loneliness be over.
When will this loneliness be over?
Loneliness be over.
When will this loneliness be over?
disordered thought processes
hidden in the seeming chaos is beautiful, elegant order—at least, I hope that's true.
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