*First six months...
I waited for you to knock.
Twelve years passed...
I saw you at the bench playing.
Eighteen years gone...
You made your way from this town singing.
Twenty years after...
I am still staring from afar while people chase you.
I may be twenty years late,
but believe me it's still you
and it hurts to admit it's true
(c) ForgottenDiety
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
*First six months...
I waited for you to knock.
Twelve years passed...
I saw you at the bench playing.
Eighteen years gone...
You made your way from this town singing.
Twenty years after...
I am still staring from afar while people chase you.
I may be twenty years late,
but believe me it's still you
and it hurts to admit it's true
(c) ForgottenDiety
A dedication to those who fell in love with famous guys today.
