All of her dreams are dying to fly
He's grown so tired of the hollow facades
He misses the summer that he felt alive
We're singing the old songs, we're drowning in air
Declaring our love but living alone
Some of us leaving, some of us stuck in time
All of us needing a place to call home
Please don't say there was never a point
Please don't fail to notice the beauty around
I'm just one person and I've come here on my own...
posted by Allison Francis @ 12:25 PM
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