heartbreak
His Name Was August
There is something in me
Expecting
Dreaming of
That angelic child that never will be
He was blue eyed, and brown haired
And beautiful
So much like you, and so much like me
How is this real
There is something in me
Expecting
Dreaming of
That angelic child that never will be
He was blue eyed, and brown haired
And beautiful
So much like you, and so much like me
How is this real