the unrecorded dying words, the unspoken conversations, blanketed with a layer of forgone unfulfilled dreams.
the time passes, and they're gone, he's gone, she's gone, and those who promised they would stay go to.
why ae we so succumb into believing when we know they're just lying? Denial, always a companion.
O we look fo somehing else, like glue. we embace hem ill ou face goes black and blue. we've
go i all, bu we don' know i ye. we keep on looking fo he sunise on he souh. we jus need
some guidance, a hand, o show us diecions. he sun and he sky gives happy ends.
Le's no deny we'e all looking fo he ainbow afe he downpou. Le's no deny,
eveyone's goa leave you. eveyhing's ending. She can' handle i.
(it doesn't make sense., without you is like writing without the letter r and t)