I sit perfectly still and feel the chill of this night
The cold is in my bones, seeping to my blood
My misery keeps me warm
The freshness fills my head reviving a thought once lost
in warm cloudiness...
The cold is in my bones, seeping to my blood
My misery keeps me warm
The freshness fills my head reviving a thought once lost
in warm cloudiness...
Its not attainable at this moment or soon, when it sux the most. I havent talked to her in like a week, an im having withdraws. AWWW