Crumbling
By Carly Wenninger
You get my hopes up for nothing,
I should have known you were bluffing.
My hope is crumbling under my feet,
I thought my mind was concrete?
Instead made of glass,
You cut my heart like overgrown grass.
By Carly Wenninger
You get my hopes up for nothing,
I should have known you were bluffing.
My hope is crumbling under my feet,
I thought my mind was concrete?
Instead made of glass,
You cut my heart like overgrown grass.