When I hear your voice I feel so alone I want to be with you yet I hate how you’re gone You where so liked, you where so liked, you where so liked And if I died I would never know what would happen I’ve said it before
Let’s go to the sea side Let’s float in a boat outside I wish I had something And I wish I had someone I just wanted to hold onto someone who would hold on to me And how com people in stories make me feel alright? Yet going out makes me hate my life?
