Just another suitcase
Like a cycle
I’ve already gotten used to it.
People come and go,
hearts broken in two,
dreams shattered for good.
And we never, ever learn,
pretending it’s just another suitcase
bound to be replaced.
Like a cycle
I’ve already gotten used to it.
People come and go,
hearts broken in two,
dreams shattered for good.
And we never, ever learn,
pretending it’s just another suitcase
bound to be replaced.