It used to come so easy, now it feels easier to let myself drown in sorrow then trust again...
How many times did it bite me? How many times did I know it was going to rip me apart? How many times did I trust anyways? ❞
It used to come so easy, now it feels easier to let myself drown in sorrow then trust again...
How many times did it bite me? How many times did I know it was going to rip me apart? How many times did I trust anyways? ❞