January 18th

Hazenova:
January 18th is the day youre going
Got a hole in my chest and it keeps on growing
Its getting hard to play pretend
Im really not okay with this
Not okay with it

My life is filled with setbacks
Im so tired of these attacks
Everything i ever wanted
Slips right through my grip
Im haunted

I just wanna go back to the sunny days
We would run around
We could runaway

Skele:
Just wanna go back
To how it used to be
When ur touch still
Felt so comforting
But i know you don’t
And i know you won’t
So i jus sit back down keep my head low
It’s my fault i know i’m too emotional
But every day i feel the same way
I get lost in my headspace
So what am i supposed to do
When every night i drеam of u
I wish we could go back to the sunny days
Cause i’m donе spending all my nights awake