History predicts the fall
in the quietest manner
Silently he builds the walls
His actions go without saying
It's too much pressure to love me
It's much too heavy to stay
I must go on without him
I'll have to find another way
Once a lovers strong embrace
Now a dark and lonely place
Who next will be my valentine?
Fill these empty arms
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
History predicts the fall
in the quietest manner
Silently he builds the walls
His actions go without saying
It's too much pressure to love me
It's much too heavy to stay
I must go on without him
I'll have to find another way
Once a lovers strong embrace
Now a dark and lonely place
Who next will be my valentine?
Fill these empty arms
