Everything I love ends up leaving, someday. I never know why, well, sometimes I do know. But it always happens way too soon. I feel like I can open up and talk to someone then they have to go, or choose to go.
Everything I love ends up leaving, someday. I never know why, well, sometimes I do know. But it always happens way too soon. I feel like I can open up and talk to someone then they have to go, or choose to go.