Echoes of a shattered soul
The way one ends up getting triggered by a memory of past
Of the memories full of warmth, of the moments that didn't last
Nonchalant yet terrified of my image that my shadow casts
The way one ends up getting triggered by a memory of past
Of the memories full of warmth, of the moments that didn't last
Nonchalant yet terrified of my image that my shadow casts