A life is lived, while another one was being wasted. Before feeling her presence. She was remembered everyday, while I was forgotten, like a dream from years ago.
Last year spent, thinking about the inevitable Secretly crying in the cold, damp streets of a busy city
A life is lived, while another one was being wasted. Before feeling her presence. She was remembered everyday, while I was forgotten, like a dream from years ago.
Last year spent, thinking about the inevitable Secretly crying in the cold, damp streets of a busy city