It's those nights where tempers have flared the fight has been fought, noone has won, noone will win. It's exhausting, each to their own please, it's so, so painfully tiring, can't we just sleep and the morning will rescue us from the hell of this fight and these feeelings.
It's those nights where tempers have flared the fight has been fought, noone has won, noone will win. It's exhausting, each to their own please, it's so, so painfully tiring, can't we just sleep and the morning will rescue us from the hell of this fight and these feeelings.
Things are always better in the morning.