Apr 2015
To think that I'd look at my phone
And hope to hear from you
To have a conversation
That brings a smile on my face
To think that this was once reality
What a rose colored memory
And hope to hear from you
To have a conversation
That brings a smile on my face
To think that this was once reality
What a rose colored memory
I don't know how to explain this
It's about an old (ex) friend of mine
It's about an old (ex) friend of mine
Written by
Little Nightingale
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