The Celing
Her presense oversees like skies
yet her distance I despise
I have no voice
I am her second choice
we have no plans
we don't hold hands
I make amends
my effort never ends
we shared a moment of intimacy
A...
yet her distance I despise
I have no voice
I am her second choice
we have no plans
we don't hold hands
I make amends
my effort never ends
we shared a moment of intimacy
A...