Cut myself on your voice and your breath 
I like the feeling of the pain on my chest 
I watch the drops of sweat on the windows of my car
It's been on my lap and now it's so far 
And all I wanna hear are your wispered sweets
Walking cross the hills when we can't find sleep 
And now I'm still right here same time same place 
But I still hear your echos cause of so much space

Hey you 
Here I am 
Still the same 
Still no fame 
Hey you 
Don't forget me 
That's my fear 
Merry Christmas 
See you next year 


Hey you

Walk Along

No one knows

Grouptherapy sucks! I'll do an Album!
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Ollek Sheppert