Wednesday 5 March 2014

Not with you, Sometimes.

I went to a show
and wrote poetry all night.
I feel so alone
all of the time.

If I could share your skin,
I'd climb right in.
'Cause I feel so alone,
but not with you, sometimes.

I walked all the way home,
and laid awake all night.
I feel so alone
all of the time.

If my heart could pump your blood,
I'd open it right up.
'Cause I feel so alone,
but not with you, sometimes.

Not with you, sometimes.