Downing in her tears
That monster makes them come alive the nightmares become fears.
One day it won’t be enough you’ll say sorry baby I am not happy any more it’s not enough and I’ll let you go because I love you that much
This life would become hell just existing would then be too much. I hate this routine and the distance even more but living these tough days make me realize there’s no other person I’d do it for.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
Downing in her tears
That monster makes them come alive the nightmares become fears.
One day it won’t be enough you’ll say sorry baby I am not happy any more it’s not enough and I’ll let you go because I love you that much
This life would become hell just existing would then be too much. I hate this routine and the distance even more but living these tough days make me realize there’s no other person I’d do it for.
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