Still tryin to heal from things I don’t speak about
The sky gets darker for you to see the stars, and somehow, if life ever gets gloomy, I hope you’ll find where happiness could be seen.
Hold your heart, please // ma.c.a
Still tryin to heal from things I don’t speak about
The sky gets darker for you to see the stars, and somehow, if life ever gets gloomy, I hope you’ll find where happiness could be seen.
Hold your heart, please // ma.c.a