We took turns, walking away. But somehow, we’ve still ended up here. On stage, together, in front of tens of thousands of people. Him holding a guitar, me a microphone. Singing the song I wrote that launched my career and dubbed me the princess of pop music.
The song about him.
Maybe we were inevitable from the start. To love. To dream. To end.
We took turns, walking away. But somehow, we’ve still ended up here. On stage, together, in front of tens of thousands of people. Him holding a guitar, me a microphone. Singing the song I wrote that launched my career and dubbed me the princess of pop music.
The song about him.
Maybe we were inevitable from the start. To love. To dream. To end.