She didn't even have the chance to finish. It's winter, lady, less lady-like than before. For every day in my past, I still do wish, things hadn't changed, I loved you more
when you were unreachable. I lost sense along the way, and now I'll never find it back. She is not who I thought she was, my glass could have shattered long ago.
Afraid of commitment, afraid to commence, even though the chances are so small, fit for a hospital of simple minds. It still does make me reminisce the blow, although,
the signs say different things, my mind can get to ease. After all that is my favourite plan.
some bridges were built last week, today I'm tearing them down. Just to let this river flow freely.