i still see your face
even as the skies go grey
i still hear your voice
in the morning when i wake
i can't get you out
you're imprinted in my head
i wish i knew how
but you are already dead
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
i still see your face
even as the skies go grey
i still hear your voice
in the morning when i wake
i can't get you out
you're imprinted in my head
i wish i knew how
but you are already dead
