Sat alone in the house.
Another evening wondering if this is
Enough.
Feeling the cool air of no one
Next to me.
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I still recall
The taste of your tears.
Echoing your voice
Just like the ringing in my ears.
My favorite dreams of you
Still wash ashore,
Scraping through my head
Till I don't want to sleep anymore.
(Trent Reznor)
The taste of your tears.
Echoing your voice
Just like the ringing in my ears.
My favorite dreams of you
Still wash ashore,
Scraping through my head
Till I don't want to sleep anymore.
(Trent Reznor)
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