Tell myself, on the ride home.
Getting tired, hating all I've known.
Holding on, like it's all I have.
Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say.
And you, find it hard to care.
Holding on, like it's all I have.
Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say.
And you, find it hard to care.
2 kommentarer:
jag skulle ha väntat med dig om jag inte hade haft brottom..
I would wait with you!!
I miss you!!! <3
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