i hope that a day comes that i don’t write about you
but you always slip though me like the sun on a warm day through the blinds of my basement window
i guess one day i’ll be brave enough to face the darkness
(not knowing you anymore)
i hope that a day comes that i don’t write about you
but you always slip though me like the sun on a warm day through the blinds of my basement window
i guess one day i’ll be brave enough to face the darkness
(not knowing you anymore)