June 17th

Walking in fields
But then I revealed
Every little flaw of mine
Just in a little bit of time
I’m sorry it’s over
But now we’ll get older
But the thoughts were mine
Just misled with all the lies
Oh, they are breaking
My heart, I am aching
But, the days of all the love
Misled with why we are done
No, I’m not broken
But the gun is smoking
Every little way I went
Made you go betray a friend