Everywhere are last pieces of love, happiness, emotions, laughter, lies, memories, ...
I can't stop seeing them I just cant
they aren't going away they're everywhere
Grow older means to live and survive
But that's not easy
when you are in my field of vision
your golden hair
your brown hair
when your hands look like they were on my body
and they were made to hold mine
when you move like you're feeling nothing and you don't care
Help me to see your inner
Wait.. once I saw it
As we laid in your bed, I looked at the
ceiling, your hands around my body,
you looked at me like you wanted to try to
read my mind and all my thoughts
god i loved this