If there’s a life, so nice outside of my own, When will it shine? because my light is turning dull. Picture the long days in the shade, all alone. Who would you call one-hundred miles away? You’d have to learn to enjoy all the cold nights that should be warm. Why don’t we trade places for a moment, If there’s any chance that you’re out there then I’ll be hoping. Until then my wings will just be holding out. I just hope you’ll get here in a hurry. FIND ME - @neveranynames









