You Poor Soul
I guess I was wrong in assuming it wasn't okay to move on.
What a way to get over it... tripping over myself over another that's once again... a lost cause.
Look right through me and tell me that you can't see what's inside. Am I supposed to have a reflection?
Perhaps... I'm in over my head. Perhaps... I was wrong about everything. Perhaps... they were right.
What a way to get over it... tripping over myself over another that's once again... a lost cause.
Look right through me and tell me that you can't see what's inside. Am I supposed to have a reflection?
Perhaps... I'm in over my head. Perhaps... I was wrong about everything. Perhaps... they were right.