It’s funny how a bubble can be burst,
How can I embody such beauty and grace,
Yet in a moment, you can steal it away,
Until I’m lost with no idea who I am,
Except the face staring back at me in a mirror.
It’s funny how a bubble can be burst,
How can I embody such beauty and grace,
Yet in a moment, you can steal it away,
Until I’m lost with no idea who I am,
Except the face staring back at me in a mirror.
Bohotea 