As I think back into my past and remember what I left behind.
It's you I always seem to find.
Buried memories followed by a passioned heart that now I come to realize my heart was very blind.
And with all the time that past .
Could not erase the love that stirs my heart so deep and fills me through and through It's the love you stole from me twenty years ago.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
As I think back into my past and remember what I left behind.
It's you I always seem to find.
Buried memories followed by a passioned heart that now I come to realize my heart was very blind.
And with all the time that past .
Could not erase the love that stirs my heart so deep and fills me through and through It's the love you stole from me twenty years ago.
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