What they say is true. Your heart truly never molds back into the sunlight it use to be. Now it's the moon.
Every little film you use to love you can't watch anymore. He ruined it for you....
Or your favorite song. He loved it too. So you never torture your ears into listening to that tune.
You can't bring up his name with out a little trickle of pain.
But
Your
Okay
It
Was
Just
The
Name
Of
The
Game.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
What they say is true. Your heart truly never molds back into the sunlight it use to be. Now it's the moon.
Every little film you use to love you can't watch anymore. He ruined it for you....
Or your favorite song. He loved it too. So you never torture your ears into listening to that tune.
You can't bring up his name with out a little trickle of pain.
But
Your
Okay
It
Was
Just
The
Name
Of
The
Game.
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