Tomorrow told me no, Promised me.
"I will be better"
He lied.
Yet I always fall for those promises, always let a glimmer of hope tell me:
"the sky /can/ clear and the sun will shine again"
So tell me...
Why am I stood out in the rain, still too depressed to care about my shivering?
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
Tomorrow told me no, Promised me.
"I will be better"
He lied.
Yet I always fall for those promises, always let a glimmer of hope tell me:
"the sky /can/ clear and the sun will shine again"
So tell me...
Why am I stood out in the rain, still too depressed to care about my shivering?
