Our this compatability, I'd say, is a match that is more than heavenly made. Loneliness, misery and me create our own space of angerdom of suppressed feelings, compact words and bursting at the seams boiling hearts. Full of hurtful words, seeping and oozing at the seams with pain.
With you two, both by my side no one can touch me, no one can hurt me, always protected. We'll take long walks the three of us. With our arms hooked into each other. We'll leave the world of the happy people and their circle of hope and positive words.
We'll pass them by, never to let them in. We'll keep on smiling and laughing together.
Never mind the rest of the world, who needs them anywayz!
With you by my side no one can touch me.
I'll cry to you loneliness when this oozing heart hurts too much. Here in the darkness, you're the only one who ever comforts me.
I'll allow misery always to keep me company.
We both need it so we'll always have eather (each other)
With you, both by my side, no one can touch me.
So let's go for our walk the three of us and remember to smile at the happy people that pass us by.
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