Ah memories.
How thou are a *****
Why must you bring me down when I reach new high?
Why must the pain come recoiling back after so long?
But go ahead and do your worst, prove how I'm worthless,
How I don't deserve to be happy, how I don't even deserve to speak.
But do your worst, because I sure as hell plan to do mine.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Ah memories.
How thou are a *****
Why must you bring me down when I reach new high?
Why must the pain come recoiling back after so long?
But go ahead and do your worst, prove how I'm worthless,
How I don't deserve to be happy, how I don't even deserve to speak.
But do your worst, because I sure as hell plan to do mine.
