I live life, carrying it like a backpack no time for crying, there is no going back.

Love is just consequences, full of unwanted questions.
Help me with my decisions, before I listen to suggestions
no heart meets your standard definition.

It’s hard to make choices  when two stories surface,

we
already known the answer, but it’s stuck in our mind forever.


I beg you just one time keep my secret under
actually never mind
the allegations have been answered.