The World Is Cold
The World Is Cold
The world is cold I need a friend to hold
All alone at the end of the day
My sorrows make way
The dark day's come back to me without a sound
His eyes pleasured me
His touch felt always good
His words was always good to hear
But not on that cold September
You never were a drawback
You always were an asset
You never were a drawback, no you weren't
You was something that came to me out in the past
My heart pushes this pain back
All alone at the end of the day my heart still cry's for you
I'm really tired it's time my mind gives my poor heart a break
Let me get past the pains of that day
Of September Blues of losing you .
Lilly Emery (c)
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