At 22 o'clock, the big immortal brought a lyrics.
I'm so alone tonightMy bed feels larger than when i was smallLost in memories, lost in all the sheets and all old pillowsSo alone tonight, miss you more than i will let you knowMiss the outline of your back, miss you breathing down my neckAll out to get you, once again, they're all out to get you, once againInsecure, what ya gonna doFeel so small, they could step on youCalled you up, answer machine, when the human touchIs what i need, what i need is You, I need you
Looked in the mirror, I don't know who I am Any Morethe Face IS Familiar, But The Eyes Again
INSECURE, WHAT YA GONNA DOFEEL SO Small, They Could Step on Youcalled You Up, Answer Machine, WHEN Human Touchis What I need, What I need is you
Let me Breathe, if you'd Let Me Breathethey're All Out To Get you, Once Again, They're All Out To Get you
Although I don't understand what the SMALL refers to the second sentence, everyone can still feel a feeling. When you feel what you lose, it is mainly what you care about it. Just like the previous silly thought that the lack of music life will lose all colors, but now I don't have to live so colorful. So try to forget it, sometimes there is, there is no time.
Volunteers are so glorious, tired, good night
