Oct 21
I Look To Where You Used to Lay.
I Can Hear My Sheets Laughing.
Pillows Dont Hold My Tears Like they Used to.
Even My Bed Mocks Me,
That I Still Want You
I Can Hear My Sheets Laughing.
Pillows Dont Hold My Tears Like they Used to.
Even My Bed Mocks Me,
That I Still Want You
