Where to start, the end? The only thing left is what i began,
In the hopes of roses falling down your dress. Let me sleep in dark let me fade away i can barely look at myself anyway. At this point its been given up and i cant stand the thought that i dint get to hold you in my arms. The ravens crawl into my eyes, black water filled inside my emotions are a plague and my body's scard to death. And this unbearable pain its whats left to stay. I guess we were really not meant to be at all. I guess that i failed to be the man you loved once and for all.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Where to start, the end? The only thing left is what i began,
In the hopes of roses falling down your dress. Let me sleep in dark let me fade away i can barely look at myself anyway. At this point its been given up and i cant stand the thought that i dint get to hold you in my arms. The ravens crawl into my eyes, black water filled inside my emotions are a plague and my body's scard to death. And this unbearable pain its whats left to stay. I guess we were really not meant to be at all. I guess that i failed to be the man you loved once and for all.
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