contrast.
why does it have to be like this?
i try to keep you in the back of my mind
yet somehow, as if hated
the universe floats your existence
likea swan in a pond.
the thought of you makes me sick...
i try to keep you in the back of my mind
yet somehow, as if hated
the universe floats your existence
likea swan in a pond.
the thought of you makes me sick...