Dark and distorted, wishing to go in reverse. You're too late, to save me, everything is gone; what i had for you was everything but you gave nothing in return. Everything you were, everything that was, is gone and turned to just another sigh in the wind. There are no words to explain the feeling in the pit of my stomach, wishing that i could spit them out, piecing the puzzle together; piece by piece.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
Dark and distorted, wishing to go in reverse. You're too late, to save me, everything is gone; what i had for you was everything but you gave nothing in return. Everything you were, everything that was, is gone and turned to just another sigh in the wind. There are no words to explain the feeling in the pit of my stomach, wishing that i could spit them out, piecing the puzzle together; piece by piece.
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