When you're gone, I can breathe again, but the air is missing your scent.
When you're here, I can't stop fussing, but its great to fuss with you.
When you're gone, I still can't find silence, all I hear is my tears falling.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Just to see you again..
When you're here, I can't breathe but its a good suffocation.
When you're gone, I can breathe again, but the air is missing your scent.
When you're here, I can't stop fussing, but its great to fuss with you.
When you're gone, I still can't find silence, all I hear is my tears falling.
When you're gone, I can breathe again, but the air is missing your scent.
When you're here, I can't stop fussing, but its great to fuss with you.
When you're gone, I still can't find silence, all I hear is my tears falling.
