I just want you to tell me that you're in a better place right now instead of running all the time. we belong to different places. and so far it just seems that for you is only black or white. and one of those nights that we can't close and eye. waiting for that momment. it was a summer night and of course i can swear it though the weatherman says i'm not right. there's a lesson i have learned today so i can't complain, there's a lesson i have learned today so i can't fucking complain. not once want to see you down, but you just fucking want it. that's how you fucking want it. just twice, i have to think it. before i stop writing this.
all rights reserved