I can’t stop thinking about you
About the way you laugh
The way you squeal at the sight of fuzzy kittens
Or the way your cheeks dimple when you smile
You’re always on my mind
You were the light at the end of the hall
Assuring me that no matter how dark my days will be
You’ll be there to shine on them
But you don’t really feel the same, do you?
Not anymore, at least
I think our sparked died out
Flickered from our existence
But I still can’t stop thinking about you
Even though I know you’re not thinking about me
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
I can’t stop thinking about you
About the way you laugh
The way you squeal at the sight of fuzzy kittens
Or the way your cheeks dimple when you smile
You’re always on my mind
You were the light at the end of the hall
Assuring me that no matter how dark my days will be
You’ll be there to shine on them
But you don’t really feel the same, do you?
Not anymore, at least
I think our sparked died out
Flickered from our existence
But I still can’t stop thinking about you
Even though I know you’re not thinking about me
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