is where goodbye leaves your lips. this is where the end leaves you breathless. cold and shaking on that empty tile floor. where tables and chairs become
this is where goodbye leaves your lips. this is where the end leaves you breathless. cold and shaking on that empty tile floor. where tables and chairs
said goodbye this many times. I will try to keep in touch with you. It's not the same. The stories are changing. Chairs have turned and backs will be
