Comforts

Break apart my soul
Because I don't want a piece of you
All the hopeful things
The locked up personal atrocities, that I keep

Now he finds
I threw all the things
I can't hide
I'm not shaped for hopeful moments
Fled back to my comfort bed lock

I hate the way I smile
When I see photos of you
And all that I see, is me

Night owl, influence me
Give them time, and hope they leave

How much can I wander aimlessly

Tell me it's something about my own routine

Do you feel that you're alone?

Alone

Do you feel that you're alone?

Alone

Do you feel that you're alone?



Credits
Writer(s): Henry-charles Sharpe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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