Mar. 06, 2018,23:03
12 Years
I live in the past
and that is my future
Every word, taste, sense
Hanging in the air
Like too much pollution
But I remember how
You taste, my love
I was intoxicated
And I miss the way
You let yourself go
So free and careless
I wish I could make
You feel happy
Like I once did
and that is my future
Every word, taste, sense
Hanging in the air
Like too much pollution
But I remember how
You taste, my love
I was intoxicated
And I miss the way
You let yourself go
So free and careless
I wish I could make
You feel happy
Like I once did
Instead, I carry the pain
Of knowing I hurt you