Comments about brooklyn marie
I travel down this lonely road,
thinking about you, thinking about us, what i thought we had.
the dust, the dirt,
Makes it hard to forgive you for what you did.
I know the past is unfixable, the future is unkown,
but there's nights i think about you and i ask myself what i did to deserve it.
am i a bad person?
i dont know.
as these thoughts storm through my head,
it's hard for me to breathe in forgiveness.
i'll get the relief i need.
but until then, ill keep traveling up and down
this lonley road.