I know our time was short, if you could say it was time at all.
I know it may be my stupid pride, which always comes before the fall.
I know I prance on by you, acting confident and tall.
But late at night as I’m falling asleep…
I think of you and feel small.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
I know our time was short, if you could say it was time at all.
I know it may be my stupid pride, which always comes before the fall.
I know I prance on by you, acting confident and tall.
But late at night as I’m falling asleep…
I think of you and feel small.
