It's strange to me that after all these years, there's still this tension in the air.
Gravitating to eachother an inch every minute. Lying to ourselves so there's no guilt in it.
I feel your shallow breaths, but the words never come out.
I'm breathless, as if I was to drown.
I meant what I did, don't regret it at all.
Though we borh know, our timing has always been our fall.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
It's strange to me that after all these years, there's still this tension in the air.
Gravitating to eachother an inch every minute. Lying to ourselves so there's no guilt in it.
I feel your shallow breaths, but the words never come out.
I'm breathless, as if I was to drown.
I meant what I did, don't regret it at all.
Though we borh know, our timing has always been our fall.
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