It's sitting by the overcoat,The second shelf, the note he wroteThat I can't bring myself to throw awayIt brings back better timesWhen you fit me like..
Can I ask you how you see me?And is it any different now?I'm so sorry that I'm not what you wantedAnd I'm paying for it, lying on the groundI'm hoping..
I need you or someone like youTo get me through this painBecause lately the panic and confusion'sBeen pounding on me like the rainAnd I hear all the p..