I am driving slow, real slow
Songs playing are band-aids to my woe,
I want to take the longest route home
I want to just rove and roam,
The house has been empty and dark
Since you left, leaving no mark.
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This is too harsh to be true
I don't want a night without you.
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YOU ARE READING
Till the sun grows cold
Romance"What is it that scares you the most?" "Losing someone I love." I didn't take too long to answer. I have lost so much in the blink of an eye; the very idea of losing anything else shakes my soul to the core. This fear doesn't creep in all of a sudd...
