WyattHaste
3 years ago10,000+ Views
The thought of love.
Never had a shoulder to cry on Rely on, or grow cold when I'm gone It's only been myself lost in the thought of love I left the lights on when I left this morning The rain was pouring down On this boring town I had to find something I need a lil something to carry on Even if it's not for very long
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your welcome
3 years ago·Reply
I feel like this is part of an acoustic jam on the guitar!
3 years ago·Reply
@hikaymm We had the same thought.
3 years ago·Reply
@WynnBrothers @WyattHaste You play guitar, by any chance Wyatt? :D
3 years ago·Reply
Lol I actually do :p if only I could sing though
3 years ago·Reply
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