Its just been the wind
Me and the fucking wind
There's not much out here,
and it's so awfully cold
when you left you ripped a hole,
Right through my chest.
It burns, so strong,
I cant stand it
Yet I stand here, the wind ripping through me
Wondering,
Waiting,
Hoping.
Why'd I miss up so much?
When will the pain stop?
why cant this just end?
honestly,
I'm done
I cant go back
Why fight it?
But, I cant go forward with you constantly on my mind.
I walk by your street, every night.
I look, I check that you're not near.
I hide from you.
but, then I call or text.
Then you get angry
why'd we have to end up like this?
Two year