All this time I've been wrapped around your finger and you don't even remember my name. I'm taking it to heart like an icicle stabbed deep within my chest.

All this time that I've been singing and you don't hear a word I've said. And you keep talking about heartache, anger, frustration, and pain.

I don't want to be lonely anymore. I don't want to be angry...


  • Luna Kay
  • Wocket

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