Skin shrivels under my touch,
bright eyes haze,
they’ll turn to dust,
sweet memories will always fade.
Hands move on,
minutes take the fragile.
Decisions can be wrong;
But ‘never enough’ is simply my style.
Skin shrivels under my touch,
bright eyes haze,
they’ll turn to dust,
sweet memories will always fade.
Hands move on,
minutes take the fragile.
Decisions can be wrong;
But ‘never enough’ is simply my style.
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