a long time ago which ill never behold again
a piece of my heart, harkens back to the time spent
how empty we are
though we're filled up with everything
and how reflective we arent
when we're mirroring our surroundings
do you want me to sum up a lifetime?
its always the same; im stuck here at goodbye
you sure you want me to sum up a lifetime?
its always about change while im stuck here at goodbye
and it takes me down
can i just be whisked away
to when everyone's still here and
everythings okay?
__________________ God was a woman because clits exist. All the fun. No cleanup.
