Jul 2012
My body is itching for the touch of your fingertips.
If only I knew how to make you miss me
And everything we once knew.
When Iām alone in the silence of midnights and 3 AMs,
I am reliving all of the firsts and the lasts and the where-I-went-wrongs.
If only I knew how to make you miss me
And everything we once knew.
When Iām alone in the silence of midnights and 3 AMs,
I am reliving all of the firsts and the lasts and the where-I-went-wrongs.
