Sep 2018
And now I know
About the love
You spoke about so fondly
I never believed
It was mine.
And now I know,
From the way you hate me,
How much you have
To love
This broken soul
Of mine.
About the love
You spoke about so fondly
I never believed
It was mine.
And now I know,
From the way you hate me,
How much you have
To love
This broken soul
Of mine.
