Mar 2015
I wonder what you'd think,
If you saw me when I cry,
When I cry over the past,
The past you left to die.
I wonder how you'd feel,
If you witnessed my deepest thought,
My thought of why you left me,
Why you left me here to rot.
If you saw me when I cry,
When I cry over the past,
The past you left to die.
I wonder how you'd feel,
If you witnessed my deepest thought,
My thought of why you left me,
Why you left me here to rot.
Wrote this a while ago, a bit depressing but I was just expressing and trying to work through the raw emotions that I was feeling.
