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Not to sound emo...but I don't think I'll ever get this right.
When can everything just be okay?
I wish being alone wasn't so lonely.
My hands are cold and so is my heart.
All I want is a warm fire to sit next to and laughter ringing in my ears.
I'm sick of pretending that everything will be okay.
I'm finally going to ask the question that I was determined not to ask, but I really just want to know:
Why did all of this have to happen to me?
When can everything just be okay?
I wish being alone wasn't so lonely.
My hands are cold and so is my heart.
All I want is a warm fire to sit next to and laughter ringing in my ears.
I'm sick of pretending that everything will be okay.
I'm finally going to ask the question that I was determined not to ask, but I really just want to know:
Why did all of this have to happen to me?