Boneflower Nothing Changes
What the hell is wrong? The more I try, the more I fall. Hands are worn and torn, I'm holding hope, I'm holding hope
Loving myself never was on top, priorities that I seemed to forget. I needed to breathe your air, that I lacked for years in my own lungs
When will I learn? Nothing changed when farewell came. When will I learn? Summer skies are not the same