I wish I could be loved for who I am not for someone I pretend to be It think I am obsessed by a picture in my head that weakens me. Now all that remains is an echo in the wind, carrying my voice and resonating with my last words.
I wish I could be loved for who I am not for someone I pretend to be It think I am obsessed by a picture in my head that weakens me. Now all that remains is an echo in the wind, carrying my voice and resonating with my last words.