My body, my soul,and my heart aches and it feels like somebody arched it with an arrow
I'm trying to be strong enough to pretend that it doesn't hurt, but it hurts so.
I had my tears running down to my face,
And I didn't even care.
Because I know no one would never ever gonna understand what's wrong with me
But I was still hoping for someone to wipe my tears away and cares
for my cheeks
Waiting for that days turned into several weeks
Then turned into my own miseries.
As the breeze of the winds hit my face
I knew that I could still control the struck of the clock
And change all those miseries
Into my own good memories.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
My body, my soul,and my heart aches and it feels like somebody arched it with an arrow
I'm trying to be strong enough to pretend that it doesn't hurt, but it hurts so.
I had my tears running down to my face,
And I didn't even care.
Because I know no one would never ever gonna understand what's wrong with me
But I was still hoping for someone to wipe my tears away and cares
for my cheeks
Waiting for that days turned into several weeks
Then turned into my own miseries.
As the breeze of the winds hit my face
I knew that I could still control the struck of the clock
And change all those miseries
Into my own good memories.
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