Apr 2017
They say the home is where the heart is,
But all that's left in my chest
Is an ugly mess, a vacant nest.
Another day, another stress.
Feeling like the prize isn't worth the
*Contest.
But all that's left in my chest
Is an ugly mess, a vacant nest.
Another day, another stress.
Feeling like the prize isn't worth the
*Contest.
Quick something.
I wanted to keep it going.
But didn't want it to feel forced.
Last line had me sold.
I wanted to keep it going.
But didn't want it to feel forced.
Last line had me sold.
