Sitting In My Room
Sitting in my room
Listening to music,
Wishing she could
Feel it too,
But I’m alone,
And she’s gone,
And there’s nothing
Much more to do –
But stare at four walls,
Look at the ceiling,
Knowing my dreams
Won’t come true.
Sitting In My Room
Sitting in my room
Listening to music,
Wishing she could
Feel it too,
But I’m alone,
And she’s gone,
And there’s nothing
Much more to do –
But stare at four walls,
Look at the ceiling,
Knowing my dreams
Won’t come true.
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