There comes a time when you have to admit loss of self control. I'm sorry for the madness I have caused I guess you'll never know. I clung to you like a broken soul and I should've knownI was killing you instead. You say it's over and our friendship has gone to bed. So why do I miss you every day and feel the grace of god instead. I feel that I'm a walking dead I feel like my veins and blood are dead I'm sorry for the mess I've made I really should've known time crawls and body's fall so what can I do when no one will ever compare to losing you. ... :,(
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