The longer I'm in this town, the more I become a part of it.
The more people I meet.
The more my roots grow.
The more waves I make with my movements.
And yet, I am alone.
Depressed, desperate, and alone.
The more people I meet.
The more my roots grow.
The more waves I make with my movements.
And yet, I am alone.
Depressed, desperate, and alone.
abia:
I feel that way somtimes actually a lot of the time.