Often in my daydreams, old friends come to mind
I pray under my breath, that life might treat you kind
I can't, I won't, I don't, write, speak, or call
Whatever that reason may be, my love is with you all
What a pleasure it will be, to see you again one day
And should you ever cross my path, I have a couch where you can stay.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
Often in my daydreams, old friends come to mind
I pray under my breath, that life might treat you kind
I can't, I won't, I don't, write, speak, or call
Whatever that reason may be, my love is with you all
What a pleasure it will be, to see you again one day
And should you ever cross my path, I have a couch where you can stay.
Just some easy practice. I really do think of my friends a lot, and I really hope everyone is doing well.
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