what haunted me
You’re better off in the clouds as we fade Barely leaving a semblance of What we thought it meant to grow up When things don’t get better No, things don’t get better, just different
the world still spins
i wanted more than anything tocarve a space for myself in yourworld, a sanctuary to rest my heartand warm yours. instead, youcarved a dark and lonely landhollowed out inside my chest,leaving me in fear that the worldwould no longer turn.