Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts and we’ve got to find different ways to make it alone, keep a straight face. And I’ve always lived like this. Keeping a comfortable distance and up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness because none of it was ever worth the risk. Well, you are the only exception.
I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up. Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
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