clock strucks twelve
as i fell
deep in dark cold sphere
above me, starless skies
endless night
a wrong time to be missing you
midnight breeze
comforts me
as i cry myself to sleep
candles blown, i'm alone
end of year
a wrong time to be missing you
i wonder if i should call
to tell you i miss you?
should i ask if you think of me today
floating high
falling down
the trouble waves beneath
no excuse, lost reason
anchored deep
a wrong time to be missing you
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