miss the smell of your hair
miss the clothes that you wear
miss the things we use to share
miss the way you use to care
right now i'm drown with despair
everything we had, you reap and i tear
should have see it coming, but i am not aware
everything is gone, now i'm back to square
just like sitting on a poker chair
thought i could sweep with a double pair
but a straight or a flush is always there
things bound to happen, even though its rare
ask to think again, i don't dare
ask to feel again, i'll grab it i swear
suffocating in a room with no air
i'm running away, away from this nightmare
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