No matter how your head fell on my shoulder,
No matter how your hand searched for mine,
Asking me to hold it in yours-
As the weather grew colder,
You grew colder too.
Was it just a convenience?
Had we been running on rented time?
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
No matter how your head fell on my shoulder,
No matter how your hand searched for mine,
Asking me to hold it in yours-
As the weather grew colder,
You grew colder too.
Was it just a convenience?
Had we been running on rented time?