I follow someone else's tragedy
And I'm willing to mend it
But the emptiness reflected
Was as lonesome as the one before.
I seem to have forgotten
We are dead.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
I follow someone else's tragedy
And I'm willing to mend it
But the emptiness reflected
Was as lonesome as the one before.
I seem to have forgotten
We are dead.
