The truth
I feel like I'm falling apart
The truth
I don't where you are
I keep
Watching and waiting
Looking for you in
Others faces
But I hate to break to me
I hate to break to me
But the truth is
You're not coming back again
You're not coming
Back
YOU ARE READING
The Last Goodbye
Poetry•••Nicotine••• I wish you would've chosen me Over the nicotine And the alcohol The motor oil Running through you're veins I gave you a buzz But I wasn't a can I was a high You could never get back if I left Everything in your life was replac...
