breaking on the pressure from a life that hasn't come. losing sleep and wondering what you have left for me. how is this still happening and will it ever leave? the ending to my story isn't written yet ...
i don't what i will do, if it goes, on like this.
if there has to be an answer, just between the two, i am sorry to say this goodbye to you. maybe in another life, i wouldn't have to choose. then i wouldn't have to say, this goodbye to you.
nothing ever changes here, and nothing ever will. there is no more strength and there is nothing left to fill. i've exhausted every ounce of faith i have to give. the ending to my story isn't written yet ...
i know just what i will do, if it goes, on like this.
if there has to be an answer, just between the two, i am sorry to say this goodbye to you. maybe in another life, i wouldn't have to choose. then i wouldn't have to say, this goodbye to you.
do you remember the words that you said? and all the places that we planned to be? the last time, your words seemed so obsolete to me and you.
if there has to be an answer, just between the two, i am sorry to say this goodbye to you. maybe in another life, i wouldn't have to choose. then i wouldn't have to say, this goodbye to you.