‘It’s growing dark, cold—
it’s not even winter yet.’
(You carried my heart away
you carried it in your heart.)
‘Here, now?’
‘Do you even know me now?’
‘Sometimes I’d rather not be here.
Some days I’d rather not be me.’
‘It’s growing dark, cold—
it’s not even winter yet.’
(You carried my heart away
you carried it in your heart.)
‘Here, now?’
‘Do you even know me now?’
‘Sometimes I’d rather not be here.
Some days I’d rather not be me.’
