maybe for me what’s derision and a bit of a prison..
for you was freedom
perhaps my life of trying
makes it appear that im lying..
about my heart
maybe
If we start again
I won’t feel
spent
anymore.
🌹
maybe for me what’s derision and a bit of a prison..
for you was freedom
perhaps my life of trying
makes it appear that im lying..
about my heart
maybe
If we start again
I won’t feel
spent
anymore.
🌹