Feb 2018
The people I call friends, left.
I don't know where they'd gone to
Or when they will come back
I just know they left me
In this dark, four-cornered room
Hating myself
For not being good enough.
I don't know where they'd gone to
Or when they will come back
I just know they left me
In this dark, four-cornered room
Hating myself
For not being good enough.
