sometimes when I am alone by myself the silence around me is so loud the memories of boston linger in my mind without me allowing them his voice whispers my name the photo of me he took when I look at it i see a lovely lively version of me that is long gone when did I become like this? I wonder so scared of love and betrayal i am stuck in this swamp of fear when I close my eyes i see the face of boston the way he looked at me the last time my all past hurt seems to be forgotten when my hands are empty I can have countless FWB but do they fill the void? the warmth do they provide? I wonder if my boston also misses me the way I do? do I ever pass his mind? I am surrounded by the whole world why am I still lonely th more i try to escape the more it feels like I am getting consumed
I still remember third of December me in your sweater you said it looked better on me than it did you only if you know how much I loved you but I watched your eyes as she walks by what a sight of sore eyes brighter than a blue sky she's got you mesmerized while I die why would you ever kiss me I am not even half as pretty you gave her sweater it's just polyester but you liked her better I wish i was heather watch as she stands with holding your hand but your hands on her shoulder now I am getting colder but how could I hate her she is such an angel but then I kinda wish she was dead
song dedicated to gay sand we only said good bye in words but died a hundred times you go back to her and I go back to us
song dedicated to gay sand
we only said good bye in words but died a hundred times you go back to her and I go back to us