Solo Instrument Played

In fields of flowers
Standing alone
I should get comfortable
No one else is coming

Under a pretty sky
Standing alone
My tears dry
No pain is coming
No one seeing me then running

In sixty five degrees
Fahrenheit and breeze
Standing alone
Maybe I’ll only be happy with myself
By myself
Away from here

There is no one
At this depth
Ocean of love
No one with these concepts
At this depth

Ocean of love

Under water
Loosing space
By myself 
Underneath alone

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