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Waves

  • Jun 6, 2017
  • 1 min read

My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon Everytime you are not around

I wish I could make it easy Easy to love me, love me But still I reach, to find a way I'm stuck here in between I'm looking for the right words to say

I'm slowly drifting away Wave after wave, wave after wave

And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream


 
 
 

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