I Think I Wasn’t Meant To Be In This Modern Generation
I look around and see the kids I’m growing up with and I know I’m not meant for this generation. Disrespect…
I look around and see the kids I’m growing up with and I know I’m not meant for this generation. Disrespect…
She doesn’t accept excuses, but second chances are not hard to come by.
I won’t bad mouth the one who broke their heart.
You couldn’t have done anything better.
I told myself 2018 would be the year I stopped fighting for people that didn’t want to stay. I never planned on you being the one that wanted to leave.
4 years. 48 months. 208.571 weeks. 1,460 days. 35,040 hours. Not a second I’ve known what to do without you.
I’ve found the one that is determined to let me live without disappointment crowding my corner, he clears the cobwebs and kills the spiders.
He’s the one you want to fall asleep next to every night, because when you feel safe you sleep soundly.