Nothing quite sweeps me off my feet
like solitude,
yet nothing quite gets me on my knees
like the thought
that I am so alone.
For this I question my sanity.
I am a breathing calamity.
Will you love me anyway?
Nothing quite sweeps me off my feet
like solitude,
yet nothing quite gets me on my knees
like the thought
that I am so alone.
For this I question my sanity.
I am a breathing calamity.
Will you love me anyway?