diary-of-jane:
Oh, you can hear me cry,
See my dreams all die
From where you're standing
on your own.
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home.
diary-of-jane:
Oh, you can hear me cry,
See my dreams all die
From where you're standing
on your own.
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home.