I was once fueled by the idea of love
You took all I had to give
I am now a fragment of who I used to be
A broken seashell in the sand
The empty passenger's seat on your journey home.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
I was once fueled by the idea of love
You took all I had to give
I am now a fragment of who I used to be
A broken seashell in the sand
The empty passenger's seat on your journey home.
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