the harold song

I miss your soft lips
I miss the scratch of your
Unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard

And in the limelight
I play it all fine
But I can't handle it
When I turn off my night light

They say that true love hurts
Well this could almost kill me

The life is fading from me
While you watch my heart bleed
Young love
Murder
That is what this must be
I would give it all
To not be sleeping alone
Alone.

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