Simple
I’m in bed, across a sea of seas,
alone, without him.
I left him at home, where he waits for me,
fretting over where I am and whether I’m safe.
He might love me already.
I’m in bed, across a sea of seas,
alone, without him.
I left him at home, where he waits for me,
fretting over where I am and whether I’m safe.
He might love me already.
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