(no subject)
Who knew.
Maybe it's on my horizon
to fail to see the things that are in front of me
Maybe my naievity got the best of me
now it's too late to be loved
Who knew the cold outside
would become what defines what lies inside
Am I not the precious child that no one taught
not the love-able but the determined
Maybe it's on my horizon
to fail to see the things that are in front of me
Maybe my naievity got the best of me
now it's too late to be loved
Who knew the cold outside
would become what defines what lies inside
Am I not the precious child that no one taught
not the love-able but the determined