since 2001
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Somewhere in a lonely hotel room, there’s a dame starting to realize That her eternal fate has turned its back on her. It’s 2 A.M.
There’s no escape
If you look closer, it’s easy to trace the tracks of my tears
When all hope is gone You know sad songs say so much
As soon as I’m over you
Loneliness. Such a dear friend of mine.
Censorship is as American as apple pie
So anytime somebody needs ya Don’t let ’em down, although it grieves ya
you wish to talk about it. In fear you keep it to yourself.
© 2024 Kayelless
