He won’t love you I would
The only reflection is me in is cornea
You know what you see,
Not in him, but in me
It’s not the way it used to be
But that’s how we live
There’s hurt still left in your voice
That time couldn’t heal
Because it’s the first and last
It was love other lust
It was genuine.
It was us.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
He won’t love you I would
The only reflection is me in is cornea
You know what you see,
Not in him, but in me
It’s not the way it used to be
But that’s how we live
There’s hurt still left in your voice
That time couldn’t heal
Because it’s the first and last
It was love other lust
It was genuine.
It was us.