I really hate that I can never have the best of you.
Only the rest of you.
Whatever’s left of you.
Just a portrait in a frame of lame ineptitude.
Why am I doing this?
I feel so foolish, guess it’s just destined to be.
I really hate that I can never have the best of you.
Only the rest of you.
Whatever’s left of you.
Just a portrait in a frame of lame ineptitude.
Why am I doing this?
I feel so foolish, guess it’s just destined to be.