Trust , by Night |
I'm not ok She's not coming back. I miss her. She will not be the same. I try not to cry She's in all my memories In the day I feel great In the night I'm a mess I see that she's trying But she's tried before Why should I trust her I'll just be left on the floor |
Posted: 2016-06-08 16:22:21 UTC |
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