It's time to let go,
I can feel your grip,
Your hand is cold, holding fast to mine.
It used to be good, in it's time.
I held hard, believing that our touch was warm,
but the truth is...
My hand is warm,
Yours has always been cold.
It's time to let go.
2 comments:
this is so sad babe
awwwww
lol
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