The Pain Of Losing Something Great
The pain has consumed every inch of my vessel and I no longer know who I am or if I’ll be able to survive without it.
The Liberation Of Leaving You
You tell me you miss me, but your actions never match your words.
The pain has consumed every inch of my vessel and I no longer know who I am or if I’ll be able to survive without it.
You tell me you miss me, but your actions never match your words.