The bed is cold where she use to lay.
There is silence where everything use to be so happy and gay.
The moon always shone brighter when she looked his way.
Everything was sweeter day by day.
Now that she has gone away.
He feels like it is doomsday.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
The bed is cold where she use to lay.
There is silence where everything use to be so happy and gay.
The moon always shone brighter when she looked his way.
Everything was sweeter day by day.
Now that she has gone away.
He feels like it is doomsday.