The type to float through the nightPretend not to tryCoast till tears dryI remember finding myselfAfter I lived too long in hell. Now I have the chance to build upBetter than beforeWatch my spread my wingsWatch me fly and soar I hand a better chance becauseThe past has been left behindNo more milk to spillNo…
Category: Venus
Broā¦Ew
When did we stop caring? The men are mad that the women are madā¦ Everything is expensive. No one respects anyone or themselves. And then someone has the nerve to try and convince me I should fall in love with them. Iām waiting on someone. And I love myself way too much to fall for…