'That' GirlEleven o'clock saturday night'That' Girl
and yet again, I find myself alone With only four glass walls A stereo, and internet connection
To give me synthetic companionship Recorded, distorted voices rise and fall Singing my sorrows, screaming my lonliness Oh.. How lovely it must be!.. To be somewhere other than the claustrophobia Of my own too familiar bedroom To speak and laugh with someone who's smile Isn't the false, flat gleam of poster paper Who will hold me with gentle care But will not let me go, either.. To whom I'll be so much more than 'that girl'..
Mute
This is a lovely place. I’m sure u will like it a lot
-Priyantha
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