Stormchaser

Second chances only create even more seconds to wait. Everyone starts over. Turns a new leaf. But you're weak. And even the weight proves much too heavy when your already burdened with a Chip on your shoulder That cuts as deep as her treachery... And

Every city is a ghost town where I see remnants of us that will never fade because they'll never see the light. The streets remember our footprints, maps made in sand and snow, where we walked, side by side. The things we told eachother, piece by pie