I hate the way I held onto you…
Clinging to false hope like air…
I lost you anyways and none of this..
Feels right or fair…
The pain and promises begin to finally tear…
And I have nothing left to fear…
I hate the way I held onto you…
Clinging to false hope like air…
I lost you anyways and none of this..
Feels right or fair…
The pain and promises begin to finally tear…
And I have nothing left to fear…