May 2014
No matter how many boys
I bring into my bed,
None of them are you
And you're not coming back.
I miss you every day
And I secretly pretend
That the other boys are you
Closing my eyes,
Imagining yours.
Sometimes, *** is just ***
As it usually seems to be
But with you,
It was love.
I bring into my bed,
None of them are you
And you're not coming back.
I miss you every day
And I secretly pretend
That the other boys are you
Closing my eyes,
Imagining yours.
Sometimes, *** is just ***
As it usually seems to be
But with you,
It was love.
I'll never forget you, I'll never stop fighting for you. I want you back, I'll always want you back.
