Tears are prayers too. They travel to God when we can't speak.
I wish you could go back to how we use to be, I miss that.
Sometimes all you have to do is forget what you feel and remember what you deserve.
I know I have no chance, but somehow I can't stop trying.
What happens when it's time to let go of something you can't live without?
Sometimes breakups aren’t meant for makeups, sometimes they are meant for wake-ups.
Tears are prayers too. They travel to God when we can't speak.
I wish you could go back to how we use to be, I miss that.
Sometimes all you have to do is forget what you feel and remember what you deserve.
I know I have no chance, but somehow I can't stop trying.
What happens when it's time to let go of something you can't live without?
Sometimes breakups aren’t meant for makeups, sometimes they are meant for wake-ups.