• conrad_nn 8w


    When the future gets blurry
    And the road gets windy,
    I bite my lips
    and clamp my fists.

    And when the night gets lonely
    And I'm drowning in melancholy,
    I hold my head high
    Ready to defy.

    But what I really want is
    For you to hold my hand
    Pat my shoulder
    Kiss my cheeks
    Hug me for a whole minute
    And say
    "Everything will be alright"