It’s that time of the year,
time to get drunk,
and finally face my fear.
It’s been a month since I stood alone,
with a heart that was broken,
I decided to leave in hopes of a recovery.
Every road I took lead me back to you,
such a “happy” end of the summer.
I still go to the shops you liked,
just to read the names of the products you used,
none of them matter anymore.
I think you’re funny,
I like the games,
I’m like a gambler that never wins.
No comments:
Post a Comment