Don't let me go
When you call for what you owed
Don't let me fall
From the arms that you've bestowed
Soft when you touch
When you look into the glare and lose sight
Of who we are
Soft of who we are
Touch of who you are
Into the glare and lose sight
I won't bring you down
Plucked from the crowd
I won't lose sight of who I am
I won't follow you
Then hide from you
Just cause it easy to flatter you
Don't let me be on my own
Because I'm cold
I'll meet you there with vacant stare
Till I grow old
13/7/17

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