And as i approached the bathroom sink,
I turn on the faucet and washed my face with regret
and dried it with words I wish I'd said.
I rise and take a blurry glance in the mirror, i can't see clearly.
I'm not sure if I'm fading away or if I just left the hot water on.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
And as i approached the bathroom sink,
I turn on the faucet and washed my face with regret
and dried it with words I wish I'd said.
I rise and take a blurry glance in the mirror, i can't see clearly.
I'm not sure if I'm fading away or if I just left the hot water on.
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