I thought we could move on from the past
I thought we could move on from the past, but it keeps getting dragged back up. I cry I promise I swear I’ll do better—and I think I do. But one hour turns into three and three turns into the whol
I thought we could move on from the past, but it keeps getting dragged back up. I cry I promise I swear I’ll do better—and I think I do. But one hour turns into three and three turns into the whol