And one day, you wake up and the feeling is gone. And it's never coming back. Open wounds turn to scars, constant reminders, but the feeling is no longer pain, it's dull, it has receded into something different. Change. Freed from yourself, and after being a slave, to your heart, stomach, and constant reminders of her, for any length of time, it hits hard. It's not something you willingly relinquish.
And one day, you wake up and the feeling is gone. And it's never coming back. Open wounds turn to scars, constant reminders, but the feeling is no longer pain, it's dull, it has receded into something different. Change. Freed from yourself, and after being a slave, to your heart, stomach, and constant reminders of her, for any length of time, it hits hard. It's not something you willingly relinquish.
I think I might cover this song.
And one day, you wake up and the feeling is gone. And it's never coming back. Open wounds turn to scars, constant reminders, but the feeling is no longer pain, it's dull, it has receded into something different. Change. Freed from yourself, and after being a slave, to your heart, stomach, and constant reminders of her, for any length of time, it hits hard. It's not something you willingly relinquish.
And one day, you wake up and the feeling is gone. And it's never coming back. Open wounds turn to scars, constant reminders, but the feeling is no longer pain, it's dull, it has receded into something different. Change. Freed from yourself, and after being a slave, to your heart, stomach, and constant reminders of her, for any length of time, it hits hard. It's not something you willingly relinquish.