There are moments
(mostly in the mornings)
when I can pretend
we never happened
I lay there, thinking nothing,
and I feel happy
But then
the memories
begin to bubble up
one by one
The pain returns
And I realize that
there's no escaping you
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
There are moments
(mostly in the mornings)
when I can pretend
we never happened
I lay there, thinking nothing,
and I feel happy
But then
the memories
begin to bubble up
one by one
The pain returns
And I realize that
there's no escaping you
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