Whenever you would catch wind
Of the swelling foolishness of my ridiculous heart
You would always inquire and hope I would tell you
Who I had allocated it to this time
Until I started yearning for you
And you started loving her.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Whenever you would catch wind
Of the swelling foolishness of my ridiculous heart
You would always inquire and hope I would tell you
Who I had allocated it to this time
Until I started yearning for you
And you started loving her.
I'm still waiting for you to ask me who it is and I'm afraid you never will