bitter stage, shooting arrows at hearts i loved. i got sensitive,
bitter stage, shooting arrows at
hearts i loved.
i got sensitive, that one hurt. so i'll sink lower
too. excuse...i guess you were a good
to keep me focussed and alive. rather than an excuse, i guess you
my reason to keep at it. a handsome excuse was all i could
come up with.
not hurtful? it's the sad truth. you were enough for me at some
at some point you were more than enough. once i've cooled off i'll
continue to reassure
you that you will always be enough.
even at this parting, comforting you is a