Didn't I tell you
To turn around and leave
To never look back and pretend we have never met
It may look sad but that's what you get
When you tear and let everything fell into pieces.
Untitled 2
Thousands words mean nothing
Floating in the air
Like rhythm accidentally composed
Without intention
Without decision
Floating in the air
Like rhythm accidentally composed
Without intention
Without decision
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)