empty rooms
crowded minds
what lies beneath the surface of fake smiles and saddened eyes
I can't remember the last time
is it habit?
is it obligation?
or do I know that the dark corners are where you'd have me
have our minds let our hearts grow numb?
or are we blind and just too consumed with the idea of love
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
empty rooms
crowded minds
what lies beneath the surface of fake smiles and saddened eyes
I can't remember the last time
is it habit?
is it obligation?
or do I know that the dark corners are where you'd have me
have our minds let our hearts grow numb?
or are we blind and just too consumed with the idea of love