Lipstick marks on a straw
like petals on a flower.
I think,
it was never about me,
it was always about you.
Three years gone and
I finally figured it out.
The peices fell
into place.
Lipstick marks on a straw
like petals on a flower.
I think,
it was never about me,
it was always about you.
Three years gone and
I finally figured it out.
The peices fell
into place.
