End

Alchemists


You said "I only give her a week," she died the next day
It's funny how death works in certain ways
Now I fall asleep with visions of death
They're plaguing my mind, they're sleeping in my bed

But I'll hold close to the memory that still plays like a film
Familiar like I've seen it a hundred times
But leaving out the part where we were friends
Because I'd hate to watch the end


Autor(es): Alchemists