Small circumstances are greater to heave on while vice verse. If I were to disclose the verses i wrote for people i shouldn't miss You'd accuse me of romanticizing pain If I were to show you the petals i tore for people i shouldn't miss You'd accuse me of wasting rain If I were to disclose the secrets I hold for people i shouldn't miss You'd accuse me of being vain So, I'll keep the names and nicknames i assigned them
