walking home home at 3 a.m. looking at my empty hands think about this emptyness in an empty parking lot i sat in the only spot remembering what i forgot
you were so [?] falling, calling
now i'm getting closer there in the distance i hear friends laugh about their evening's end put the key in my front door maybe this keeps happening more i can't find what i need you for
i was so [?] trying, trying
on the edge of my mistake so if i fuck this up again don't know how i find the strength lights are off that i can't see close my eyes but still can't sleep i need light inside of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
