Those flowers you got me when we first met.
Becoming limp and brown, never being able to reverse.
You cant fix whats already withered away.
I guess our love weakened with them.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
Those flowers you got me when we first met.
Becoming limp and brown, never being able to reverse.
You cant fix whats already withered away.
I guess our love weakened with them.
