Things are not okay Not okay at all I lost everything The canary sings The black bird broke her wings The guitar strings snapped Dreams are turning into nightmares I can hardly breath t
Every time she tried to pull away she came back and loved me more fiercely then she did before. She is my boomerang, and I love her truly. And I will always love her. We were supposed to be together:
I had a dream last night, Of her bringing her ex into our house, Pulling him by the hand, Taking him right to the bedroom, Not saying a word to me, Or looking my way . . . It’s got to be one of the wo
It’s not lol