
I don't wanna talk about it. But when I do open my mouth, my heart tries so hard not to sink. My eyes well up and tears just flow.
My future is full of uncertainty. What about yours?
Count yourself lucky, my dear. Be grateful for what you have. (I'm not saying I'm not because I am.)
I don't wanna talk about it. So please don't pry it out of me. Cos' if you do, I'll cry and my heart will sink.
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You say the words that I can't say
9:11 PM