Pressing tears into my pillow case
I imagine a time where i'm loved for once.
Misty mountains, a wooden cabin lay asleep.
Just me and my lover, the fog our cover.
No one around to pick at my wounds.
Just me and my lover
Love letters delivered by mail tied us closer till we could pack our bags and mold ourselves together.
Wind picking up, grass wrapping around us, yet you're standing by me.
Pen to the paper, I couldn't even imagine a lover.
So I close my eyes and speed through the time.
The useless heartbreak
The anger, the sadness
Just to find her in our sleepy cabin.
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