solitaire
the thoughts grow cold in here alone
as i wait beside myself betrayed by my
affinity for soundless words and empty promises
if i want to be blue, i can do that without you
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the thoughts grow cold in here alone
as i wait beside myself betrayed by my
affinity for soundless words and empty promises
if i want to be blue, i can do that without you
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