Everyone is running,
everyone is wanting out of here.
Everyone is hating,
everything is crazy
is there anyway to disappear.
When we fly away, from this empty space. When we fly away, from this lonely place. When we fly away, there'll be no more pain. No more hurting. No more hurting.
Everyone is faking. Lonely hearts are breaking up in tears. I see their hope is fading, I know you hear us pleading, is there anyway you'd reappear.
Posted 1 year ago
Owned by ChadStrat