the ironic thing about life is that you are a different person to everyone you meet
to some you are quiet
to others you never stop talking
some remember you for your kindness
other for the time you walked away
you are a villian in someones story, a hero in anothers
and to most you are just a passing thought a name they once knew
to some you are quiet
to others you never stop talking
some remember you for your kindness
other for the time you walked away
you are a villian in someones story, a hero in anothers
and to most you are just a passing thought a name they once knew