RON ROPE



Ron rope, så jävla bra, så jävla fina



Yes
I'm walking on a tightrope wire
So afraid to fall
And I'd tell you that I miss you but I'm sure it doesn't matter at all

There's a place we used to go
Today I went alone
I'm imagining the words you said when last I saw your mouth







I had a nightmare
Woke to the sound of your voice but you don't sleep here
I lay awake in the dark
I've been screaming but you don't hear me at all


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