Comfortalone
Resting my head with the sound of your heartbeat
Each stroke of my hair decided my next thought
Should I ever lose anyone that loved me so, I’d remember
Having those days turn tomorrow, I’d miss them
I saw the end, and learned to fear the dawn
For waking up from a dream means today...is here.
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