East End Love
I've gotten to a point where all the details are blurry. But theres one factor that i see, an old gold brown honda civic. I see it in my head and hear his voice, - he reminds me "I'm crazy". I hope i know what im talking about, my eyes don't lie right? My memory cant be that faded, so many people have that car. In my head that car is what i associate all the trauma with.