Devoid and cold
I think to myself
Why don't I deserve your care
Devoid and cold
I think to myself
Why don't I deserve your care
The rain comforts me and masks the tears I am shedding.
The rain comforts me and masks the tears I am shedding.
When will it be my turn to be thought about first.
When will it be my turn to be thought about first.
Tomorrow is a mystery
But for now, I just want to sleep...
Tomorrow is a mystery
But for now, I just want to sleep...