Many are the days I cried over my writtings,begging you to let me in
I dreamed about you and even talked to God about you
But you made it a point to ghost out
And out of it I learned to always choose me:)
Many are the days I cried over my writtings,begging you to let me in
I dreamed about you and even talked to God about you
But you made it a point to ghost out
And out of it I learned to always choose me:)