Emma Jane Pearson

Rookie (10/11/91 / Ipswich)

Lost Soul

Walk away from that lost soul,
Pretend that you're a painted picture hanging on a wall,
Kiss these silent dreams goodbye;
For this is the last night.
Promise me this is the end;
Breathless worn out lungs and memories
Don’t let me feel a thing.
Scars are left in the past,
And the present is stuck in pause;

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