I'm beginning to think you'll be haunting me forever
I don't know why you don't disappear.
The words I would say to you would fall on your ears like seeds on hard rock. They would not grow and you would not harbor them.
And here, those same words would fall like rain drops in the ocean, swallowed by it's vastness, no difference made.
I wish I could go back. And try something different.
But wishes so rarely come true.
The words I would say to you would fall on your ears like seeds on hard rock. They would not grow and you would not harbor them.
And here, those same words would fall like rain drops in the ocean, swallowed by it's vastness, no difference made.
I wish I could go back. And try something different.
But wishes so rarely come true.