Thursday nights,
Here we are alone, together again.
How I often I looked at the moon and stars and thought of you
**** me up life, my heart was broken.
The absolutely clear I don’t want you and not tonight
Yet,
Here you are in my head.
**** you and the thoughts of you.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
Thursday nights,
Here we are alone, together again.
How I often I looked at the moon and stars and thought of you
**** me up life, my heart was broken.
The absolutely clear I don’t want you and not tonight
Yet,
Here you are in my head.
**** you and the thoughts of you.
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