these days are long and the seasons seem to drag
this year has me trapped beneath her grip
friends are only friends to your face
and lovers just love to use you
people only care with their words
as if i could lay my crying head against empty whispers
served slow motion hits to the chest
and taken advantage of time and time again
i've been aching for my heart to heal
anticipating a fresh bloom
and still with three more months to go?
**** it's been a long year
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
these days are long and the seasons seem to drag
this year has me trapped beneath her grip
friends are only friends to your face
and lovers just love to use you
people only care with their words
as if i could lay my crying head against empty whispers
served slow motion hits to the chest
and taken advantage of time and time again
i've been aching for my heart to heal
anticipating a fresh bloom
and still with three more months to go?
**** it's been a long year
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