Apr 2017
It's on nights like these that I remember every romantic gesture from people I loved
The smallest of things
The shortest of looks
The sweetest of kisses
It's on nights like these that I realize
How much it haunts me in the deep recesses of my mind
And in the deepest reaches of my heart
I can't take it back
But oh God, I wish I could
The smallest of things
The shortest of looks
The sweetest of kisses
It's on nights like these that I realize
How much it haunts me in the deep recesses of my mind
And in the deepest reaches of my heart
I can't take it back
But oh God, I wish I could
I'm forever connected to these people because of foolish choices I made. Was I truly doomed to experience this from the beginning?
And this is why, when I'm alone, I wish I could stop thinking.
And this is why, when I'm alone, I wish I could stop thinking.
