I was waiting on your honest reaction through my phones reception. A chorus over two hundred miles, could not compare to the smiles, that I could not see. Spraynard couldn’t be heard over the pouring rain, over the pouring rain. Falling here, much like the tears, I couldn’t bring myself to let go. All my insignificant moments, somehow end up in this print, but through all the contemplation, I still don’t know how to show them. Spraynard couldn’t be heard over the pouring rain, over the pouring rain. Falling here, much like the tears, I couldn’t bring myself to let go.
