“Kinda” is the sound of your throttled pride, struggling for breath. The sound of your dignity fighting on, long after the battle’s lost. The sound of yesterday, denying you tomorrow.
You can sing a prettier song for me if you try.
“Kinda” is the sound of your throttled pride, struggling for breath. The sound of your dignity fighting on, long after the battle’s lost. The sound of yesterday, denying you tomorrow.
You can sing a prettier song for me if you try.