This time the feeling isn't the same.
And who? but myself, is their to blame?
This time, wherever you go and, this time whatever you do,
Even when writing written notes
You will mourn all I once knew.
This time
Is different.
This time- the last time round
I'll hope I do
Turn into you.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
This time the feeling isn't the same.
And who? but myself, is their to blame?
This time, wherever you go and, this time whatever you do,
Even when writing written notes
You will mourn all I once knew.
This time
Is different.
This time- the last time round
I'll hope I do
Turn into you.
