Your fingers in my hair
Your hand on my cheek
Your lips on my lips
In my dreams
I feel you breathing against me
Denial is a band-aid over my lashes
When I awake
From this dream
And remember
It’ll rip my heart out again.
Your fingers in my hair
Your hand on my cheek
Your lips on my lips
In my dreams
I feel you breathing against me
Denial is a band-aid over my lashes
When I awake
From this dream
And remember
It’ll rip my heart out again.
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