My smiles and hugs
My fears and funs
My joys and jumps
I mix
Into my *** of caramel, the warm sugar fills the air
I'd serve it all to you, my friend
But then I remember: you're sick of jt
To sweet for you, you said
The *** of caramel sits
On the stove
Cooling
Tonight
I'll eat it all alone
Or maybe it'll go into the bin again
Words that no one wants to hear, died on the tongue, held back by fear
(Also this is the second version. For some reason I got an error and lost the original when publishing T.T)
