A window reflects our personality
Life moves on whilst we stand still
You don’t know I'm breaking
Breathing as this relentless aching
Continues like open wound
With my own infliction of pain to fault...
Staring back at me a bitter cold reflection, dreaming in decadence
Even the happiest of endings can lead to so many tears.
Leaving only this time to reflect on ourselves
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
A window reflects our personality
Life moves on whilst we stand still
You don’t know I'm breaking
Breathing as this relentless aching
Continues like open wound
With my own infliction of pain to fault...
Staring back at me a bitter cold reflection, dreaming in decadence
Even the happiest of endings can lead to so many tears.
Leaving only this time to reflect on ourselves
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