When all the world has gone to grey,
will you still be the one to sing?
You always were the one to sing
my lullaby.
But now it's dark;
it's dark and cold and I can't
see anything in front of me.
I love you, I love you.
Now the words seem so hollow
that it feels like I'm falling
into them.
Author notes
Whatever.
*sigh*
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