Piece's of my mind

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏; 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆

I learned to be alone because being understood became too rare

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 🪦 ‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌

But my wife's eyes>>>>

Every time I lost you, I found you again between the songs you sent me.

𝐀 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲