…ghostly…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Beneath the old blanket
The one we shared, I can still smell regret
It’s not that I really mind
It jus shows memories, to me, unkind
Your smile like a knife, went through my broken heart
I’ll admit, it was damaged, from the very start
I enjoyed the happiness, we did share
Before the truth, of how, we forgot how to care
I know, I’ll be okay
At least, some day