I wish I could say all the things I never did.
To let the words I always held in, come pouring out. For you to stare at me, with words falling from my lips, and think, “And I let her go.”
Because you did.
I wish I could say all the things I never did.
To let the words I always held in, come pouring out. For you to stare at me, with words falling from my lips, and think, “And I let her go.”
Because you did.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 