You were my North-star, You were my always, You were my compass. Now I turn sideways, Maybe you turn to ashes, ashes When it all comes down When it all comes down.
— Claire Guerrerso
You were my North-star, You were my always, You were my compass. Now I turn sideways, Maybe you turn to ashes, ashes When it all comes down When it all comes down.
— Claire Guerrerso