Am so habituated of holding a hand while i walk,
that am not able to walk alone anymore.
that am not able to walk alone anymore.
Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
well u must have heard , we came alone and will leave alone.... so why fear wen left alone
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