My saturday night thoughts.
And sometimes I wonder where we went wrong
And sometimes I wonder if you’re still the one
But to wonder is to remember and to remember is to relive
But every time I do I just end up crunching up my fist
Pardon me I really don’t mean to sound so harsh and cold
But it’s the remains of a heart now made of ice when it once was of gold. - Monica Esco.
