Walking Alone

Walking Alone

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Last published Sat, Dec 3, 2016

We walk alone in these empty streets Hoping to find love that will never come our way We always tell each other, some day Some day, we'll be happy together but luck has just never came our way My heart is a graveyard, Pick a ditch and lay in it Lay deep beneath my soul so that we can find this thing called love Love, we say it with such hatred and despise for eachother Lay next to all the dead hearts I had to replace with a thing called love If you look around youll see all my broken dreams just lying around Lay next to it so we can feel close Closer than ever Let our hands collide, Let me feel loved, Let us love each other People say if you love the person let them go I can't let all of the unforgettable and memorable pain go Sometimes it's a good thing to say goodbye, But once you see what is underneath this broken soul, You'll then realize I come from a broken home Then you'll understand that I'm afraid to be alone

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