My hair is everywhere.
And I like infidelities,
You know,
Like the song.
Taking you somewhere.
There are pictures that speak louder than a thousand words combined.
The stories lie in my eyes.
That certain look that gets you every time.
Little do you know that most times the pictures I take take pieces of my soul.
But I'd gladly relive certain moments again.
Just to feel the rushing sting of loss.
Just to feel your touch.
Break myself down, to build myself up.
And each time the baracade around my heart gets more tough.
I am no longer see through.
I no longer see you.
It's only a feeling if we don't forget it.
Well, I don't feel a ******* thing,
Because I've already forgotten you.