Some just make fake promises,
They are not here to stay,
And, if they mark you with their footprints,
Be the raging sea, just wash them away.
— Nátasha.
— They were not promises,
they were just mere words,
weaved around
a wretched
blade.
Some just make fake promises,
They are not here to stay,
And, if they mark you with their footprints,
Be the raging sea, just wash them away.
— Nátasha.
— They were not promises,
they were just mere words,
weaved around
a wretched
blade.