It takes some time. Wasting weeks, months, years of your prime. My heartaches ignore the amount of time it takes or the effort my pulse makes when I can feel it beating. Yet it keeps repeating. Have you heard me complain and whine about how I'm alone all of the time? The comfort of what I can't call mine keeps telling me that I'll be fine. I closed my eyes in the hopes to fall asleep, an attempt to find some sense of peace. When every bad memory I keep are at most just ghost that wont stop haunting me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
