πΆAll around me darkness gathers
Fading is the sun that shone
We must speak of other matters
You can be me when I'm gone
When I'm Gone
Flowers gathered in the morning
Afternoon they blossom on
Still are withered in the evening
You can be me when I'm goneπΆ
-When I'm Gone, Liminal & Austin Fray
about 9 hours ago