Come with me down memory lane. To a time I thought I was healed. To a time where I believed the words wouldn’t stab me in my heart. It seems I was wrong. I blood poured over, and I needed to figure out how to heal.
Come with me down memory lane. To a time I thought I was healed. To a time where I believed the words wouldn’t stab me in my heart. It seems I was wrong. I blood poured over, and I needed to figure out how to heal.