17h
At fifteen,
Home isn't home.
Crushing myself,
To be someone else.
It worked, so to say,
I've made it okay.
For life without you,
Is nothing,
At fifteen.
Home isn't home.
Crushing myself,
To be someone else.
It worked, so to say,
I've made it okay.
For life without you,
Is nothing,
At fifteen.
leaving home at 15 is difficult.
