Cry.
I can cry until my vision turns pitch black,
Until the last moment where your hand holds the small of my back.
I hide inside my room as my tears fall,
Locking my feelings away, trying to bury it all.
Growing up doesn’t just mean that our age increases,
Because if that...
Until the last moment where your hand holds the small of my back.
I hide inside my room as my tears fall,
Locking my feelings away, trying to bury it all.
Growing up doesn’t just mean that our age increases,
Because if that...