I wish I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things; like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you and the memories I'll never escape. 'Cause I'm not fine at all. The pictures that you sent me are still living in my phone but it's like we never happened, it was just a lie. Make-up and tears running down my face. I wish all of this was a twisted dream and tomorrow I would wake up with you beside me, I'd hold you closer than I ever did before and you'd never slip away. Tell me this is just a dream...
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