ego grows like moss at night
the gateway by alivelee6 its funny sometimes you know saying words tells the story by itself you know seeing someone you used to be close to pretending you don't know them because you don't not anymore they changed you've changed you weren't expecting them they weren't you what could you do? it's a two way street we accept them on the cross they've thought us in a grave how do we align? and, who has the time? i wish we'd get over ourself
