Jan 2017
Over and over I tell myself to stop.
Everythings ok, everythings alright.
But now its to late.
It occupies my mind.
My heart feels like a thousands knifes.
It hurts inside.
Everythings ok, everythings alright.
But now its to late.
It occupies my mind.
My heart feels like a thousands knifes.
It hurts inside.
