I broke my best friends heart,
I wish it were me instead.
Me the one who is limping with the broken wing.
Why not me and why you.
You could have flown so high,
if I hadn't shot you down,
with cupids arrow.
Guess that's why you can't trust Gods.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
I broke my best friends heart,
I wish it were me instead.
Me the one who is limping with the broken wing.
Why not me and why you.
You could have flown so high,
if I hadn't shot you down,
with cupids arrow.
Guess that's why you can't trust Gods.