
It's during the nightIt's always the night...She speaks to meBarely answering me whenever I ask somethingI ask for youIt's always youBut you don't speak to meAt allI try to reach for youBut you run and you keep runningSo why do I have a feeling that you want to stay?It's late in the night nowAnd I wish you were hereBut you're not, as usualSo I'll wait for tomorrow, and early in the morningI will beg that, tomorrow's night, you'll come this time
About the Creator
Irina Sofia
Humanitarian. Sings, writes, travels.




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