I don't know about us anymore.
Something's we used to do not that stuff I'm talking about long rides for no reason.
Lingering essence of hope escaping my sorrounding.
Maybe one day someone will love me the way that I loved you.
Maybe one day I'll love someone that way that you loved me.
Life is miserable when I'm miserable, some days I feel some
I don't.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
I don't know about us anymore.
Something's we used to do not that stuff I'm talking about long rides for no reason.
Lingering essence of hope escaping my sorrounding.
Maybe one day someone will love me the way that I loved you.
Maybe one day I'll love someone that way that you loved me.
Life is miserable when I'm miserable, some days I feel some
I don't.