Jun 2017
I wish my tongue worked as hard as my heart,
then maybe I'd be there,
living the dream,
maybe I'd still be in his dreams,
but now we don't talk
and we never really did
then maybe I'd be there,
living the dream,
maybe I'd still be in his dreams,
but now we don't talk
and we never really did
(20/M/SL, UTah)
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