Have them all collected underneath my bed
I was staring
She was lonely...
I couldn't let her alone...
She was quiet
She was tired
\"It's that feeling again\"
[...]
I looked further to see
I tried to reach for help
But no longer she was here
While she danced with myself
[...]
I've felt this way before...
It's that feeling again
While she was dancing in my room
I was staring at a man
She was lonely...
I couldn't let her alone...
She was quiet
She was tired
\"It's that feeling again\"
[...]
I looked further to see
I tried to reach for help
But no longer she was here
While she danced with myself
[...]
I've felt this way before...
It's that feeling again
While she was dancing in my room
I was staring at a man
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