i crave naivety.
i wish i was as oblivious as the others
i don't want to know how it feels
to crave the end.
but i do.
that's my secret-
part of me died that day,
but the rest of me lived.
i crave naivety.
i wish i was as oblivious as the others
i don't want to know how it feels
to crave the end.
but i do.
that's my secret-
part of me died that day,
but the rest of me lived.