FreestyleChulo
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i dont know wat to call this...but i figured u can help me give it a title...
i was thinking about you
when i picked up the phone
i was dreaming about you
when i let myself go
when i pressed through the digits
inspired by the soul
and when i heard you speak
i knew it was all over
why do i feel so used?
like a lost child in the dark
not knowing where to move
afraid of having you
hate me
and all that wanders through my head
are apologies
I want to be loved
to be held
and the winds become warm
and the rain begins to fall
and i try not to think
about how it feels to be alone
they say time heals all wounds
but i wish the wounds would heal the time
time that i spent
being happy
with you
wounds that have rotted
deep inside my heart
my arms extend in soft gratitude
i want you to be loved
i was thinking about you
when i picked up the phone
i was dreaming about you
when i let myself go
when i pressed through the digits
inspired by the soul
and when i heard you speak
i knew it was all over
why do i feel so used?
like a lost child in the dark
not knowing where to move
afraid of having you
hate me
and all that wanders through my head
are apologies
I want to be loved
to be held
and the winds become warm
and the rain begins to fall
and i try not to think
about how it feels to be alone
they say time heals all wounds
but i wish the wounds would heal the time
time that i spent
being happy
with you
wounds that have rotted
deep inside my heart
my arms extend in soft gratitude
i want you to be loved
