The phone beeps after our call, that is laced with sadness, that we can never be together at all.
My feelings are shattered between his fingers,
he's playing a game between them.
So sweet, yet so bitter, with every partner comes a tear, that turns to licker in an instant quicker.
And my face is drowned with tears so driven down my face,
I swallow and taste the bitter-sweet taste.
In the end, he doesan't matter as I dream about a future with the greatest husband
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
The phone beeps after our call, that is laced with sadness, that we can never be together at all.
My feelings are shattered between his fingers,
he's playing a game between them.
So sweet, yet so bitter, with every partner comes a tear, that turns to licker in an instant quicker.
And my face is drowned with tears so driven down my face,
I swallow and taste the bitter-sweet taste.
In the end, he doesan't matter as I dream about a future with the greatest husband
