“That’s life. …this is how it’s supposed to go.”
“No. You mean this is how it goes.”
All your weight, it falls on me.. it brings me down.
Promises you break you still believe.
Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time..
Our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds…
You were a truth I would rather lose, than to have never lain beside at all.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map