Last night the wind reminded me of you
settle sounds of the city echoing
this is not the only thing (bothering me)
this was not the only thing (torturing me)
this couldn’t be the only thing ( watching me)
this was the only thing
the fear of being all alone.
Last night someone told me to run
laying on the floor apathetically
this is not the only thing (Walking on me)
this was not the only thing ( crawling on me)
this was the only thing
the fear of being all alone
so hide behind these doors.
And wait for the sunrise...
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