Falling
Tell me you didn't sell those stars
My files are messed up in the back of my car
You don't have to kill the night
Let's say there will be no fight
The soup is still hot
But you demand the cold beer
Look outside the door
The waters of the lake flowing clear.
I'm not sure about the song
Tell me why did you do this much wrong?
Let the phone ring
Who felt the sting?
A kingdom without the king..
I know I grieve.
Sit beside me don't leave
Feel the delicacy of the pain
Your guitar makes it rain
Records of Brian stuffed in my closet
Your clothes on my bed
Damn the reality happened too soon
You lied that God cared..
Copyright © Aahna Tagore | Year Posted 2016
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