Pity and Anger are my consul,
But they can’t help me forget you.
I know I left things broken,
The pieces long since blown through the wind.
Was your love to good to lose?
Is it wrong of me to still search for the remains?
To still think about you?
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
Pity and Anger are my consul,
But they can’t help me forget you.
I know I left things broken,
The pieces long since blown through the wind.
Was your love to good to lose?
Is it wrong of me to still search for the remains?
To still think about you?