were drifting away
Like a paper bag in the dusty winds
of this place we call our heart but what i call a blackhole
In a dead mans soul
In which we may not be able to recover.....
But we'll try our best to never give up
on our love that weve had
for so long.
And had forgotten it was there
even if it has to take our lives for us to see it.
we should reconnect in the after life.
And realize we were meant to be
even if its too late