The stories we made

 

How does it feel 

To sleep alone on that bed 

How does it feel 

To lose all that we had, take everything by the neck 

You killed our love and now it's all gone 

Only wonder how you feel 

Cause trust me I still care 

I still care about the cold rush 

The late night cramps, the stories we made until you slept soundly on my lap 

Wonder how you feel though, how you manage without me 

How does it feel 

To be away from the one thing that gave you peace

How does it feel 

I really hope we could fix it 

Awaken our dead covenant, sign a new contract

Rebuild our love, make it much stronger

But you killed it, mere pressure of things that to you couldn't wait 

Things that controlled you

Ones that broke our ties

Really hope it could go back to normal 

Really hope so...

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© amimoh