The cracks in the concret are just reminders |
Don't give up on love, |
& you're not my type but i think i like that idea because my type usually b r e a k s my heart |
She runs upstairs, away from her fears |
& it\'s kinda sad that even after all this |
My girls: they're beautiful; personalities |
I dont know. |
You don't do it on purpose |
If i ran to the end of the earth |
So take me as i am |