You by the room on the edge of a corner of a street
Do you know who I am?
Pretending to be silent. Pretending just to be alone.
At least I know that part of me
But if I forgive and I live
Then I think I will be
The only one who sees
The shade of you that follows me makes me so green.
And I don't think I am enough
You held me down for nothing and you are gone
I just wanted somewhere to belong
One day maybe I'll have the strength to move along
But till then I am a shadow on your lawn
About the Creator
Preston Yeung
Passion, Patience, and Persistence
Songwriter eager to get back into music now that I have a decent setup. Expect more from me here.
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