BelleNatiche

Days pass by and my eyes, they dryAnd I think that I'm okay'Till I find myself in conversation fading awayThe way you smile, the way you walkThe time you took to teach meAll that you had taughtTell me, how am I supposed to move on?These days, I'm becoming everything that I hateWishing you were aroundBut now it's too lateMy mind is a place thatI can't escape your ghost