typeracer

I need a friend, and you need a home. I love when you come, I still feel alone. You make it warm in my bed, butterflies in my head, sun rise and it set. But you don't love me like you say you do, white lies hold the hidden truth. You keep leaving when I need you most. It's true what they say about love had and love lost. Here you are, and now you're gone. I'm left alone in the same bed, I wake up in a cold sweat.