You're here. Half a year away..
Even though you didn't want to stay.
I stumble on my feet,
Seems I am just a creep.
I wish we could take a walk,
To be back on our track.
Hand in hand with happiness,
Without any sign of stress.
The lust for your shadow,
Keeping me kind of hollow.
So take my hand, let's have a one night stand.
Then I'll be glad to be called mad...
©phantom
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