I need a guide, a hand to hold to take me somewhere
It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter where I go
Forget the lies, the jokes, the façade, I’ve become vulnerable
And now it matters, now it matter where I go
You say a lot and it doesn’t mean a thing to me
It’s an abrasive course, but what would friendship be if not?
So, every night, in my room, eyes closed
My hands are clasped on my bed sheets, waiting for the
Same ghost
Give me a reason and don’t give me hell
As to why I’m abhorrent
Perhaps it lies within the number at hand and that’s
Regrettably what you meant
You say a lot and it means everything to me
It’s an abrasive course, and you claim it’s not my worth to keep riding
So, every night, in my room, eyes closed
My hands are clasped on my bed sheets, waiting for the
Same ghost
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