"Here’s the pride before the fall
Oh your eyes they show it all”
you’re still in my head, my mind’s convinced that you never left, i’m counting down till i see you next. i still compare everything to your silhouette, how can i forget what is perfect?
When you’re finally over someone and they message you again..
What if everything was just a bad dream and you wake up to a perfect life
maybe that’s what death is