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i swear to God, I don't know who I was last year. I'm reading things I wrote, reading things that were written to me. And I'm just sobbing. Remembering. I don't even know. How could I have been so blind and thought that was so real? It doesn't even compare.
walking down the street
feeling your cold retreat
it's february and the city is dying
me and san francisco crying
unwanted freedom tears me apart
someone fill this void in my heart
such a person (you were)
such a person
It's hard to come to terms with the fact that you lied to yourself for a year. I just want Michael. I know we are real. I just need to be held.
walking down the street
feeling your cold retreat
it's february and the city is dying
me and san francisco crying
unwanted freedom tears me apart
someone fill this void in my heart
such a person (you were)
such a person
It's hard to come to terms with the fact that you lied to yourself for a year. I just want Michael. I know we are real. I just need to be held.