The more I know you
the more I don't.
The woodworks might is fading
in dust and cracks bading.
How I wish I could revive.
God, I would do anything to keep
this embodiment alive.
But change is inevitable and all
I can do is confess my love for you
and hope for the best.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
The more I know you
the more I don't.
The woodworks might is fading
in dust and cracks bading.
How I wish I could revive.
God, I would do anything to keep
this embodiment alive.
But change is inevitable and all
I can do is confess my love for you
and hope for the best.
