Oct 2018
Mornings on my own
Still wake up to you on my mind. The feelings never die.
Some days I feel empty, others I feel alive.
But always I wonder why, or what if.
What if we had tried?
Held on a little longer, it’s summer already outside.
Still wake up to you on my mind. The feelings never die.
Some days I feel empty, others I feel alive.
But always I wonder why, or what if.
What if we had tried?
Held on a little longer, it’s summer already outside.
Moving on but struggling to stop thinking what if
