Paper heart

Those were the days we had high hopes And promises long since broke You were a friend of mine, oh-oh In a more innocent time, oh-oh Poetry ran like blood through our veins We'd talk for hours then...

Hey! Am I okay? Blinded from what's real in my lies Chase the tears away Filling up the dam in my mind Trippin’ on scars made from all my mistakes Pushing myself off the edge in disgrace Holding on...