A year has passed. Can't believe. Like it was yesterday. The wound is still fresh and bleeding...
It's all gone. Left for me is just memories, a bunch of photos, and a poem on the gravestone...
It's about time, but it's still TOO hard to let go.
The black shirt and the tear drops... All packed, all ready to put in the closet and lock...But there's always this little part of me who would never forget. That little scar on my heart would always remind me of him...
It's all gone. Left for me is just memories, a bunch of photos, and a poem on the gravestone...
It's about time, but it's still TOO hard to let go.
The black shirt and the tear drops... All packed, all ready to put in the closet and lock...But there's always this little part of me who would never forget. That little scar on my heart would always remind me of him...
