Three years and it's coming to an end.
I thought I had a will that wouldn't bend.
But you always seem to prove me wrong.
I can't keep dancing to your song.
Eventually my feet will wear down.
Until I fall before, knees to the ground.
At some point I would've led a life with you.
But now I don't think I'd see it through.
And without you I feel so useless,
But to happiness you not conducive.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
Three years and it's coming to an end.
I thought I had a will that wouldn't bend.
But you always seem to prove me wrong.
I can't keep dancing to your song.
Eventually my feet will wear down.
Until I fall before, knees to the ground.
At some point I would've led a life with you.
But now I don't think I'd see it through.
And without you I feel so useless,
But to happiness you not conducive.