Broken glasses on the floor
Arguments never leave our room
Passionate we were
Now all I see is broken souls
With trust gone, secluded we've become
How I wish the amazing days would come back to life
I know we hurt each other
But it's us to heal our sores
So the least I could ask is stay & help me fight once more
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 9:12 AM UTC
Broken glasses on the floor
Arguments never leave our room
Passionate we were
Now all I see is broken souls
With trust gone, secluded we've become
How I wish the amazing days would come back to life
I know we hurt each other
But it's us to heal our sores
So the least I could ask is stay & help me fight once more
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