You used to kiss my scars, used to cherish my broken pieces.
You promised to always be there.. to always listen.
Somehow it's changing..
"Honey" is now replaced by my name.
Your voice sounds cold on the phone, "low battery" you said.
I can't deny it, my gut is screaming.
I am losing him.
Left alone,
the way he said my name still echoes in my head.
When did your promises turn fake?
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
You used to kiss my scars, used to cherish my broken pieces.
You promised to always be there.. to always listen.
Somehow it's changing..
"Honey" is now replaced by my name.
Your voice sounds cold on the phone, "low battery" you said.
I can't deny it, my gut is screaming.
I am losing him.
Left alone,
the way he said my name still echoes in my head.
When did your promises turn fake?
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