Hate it that you only call
When you're alone
And that you need me
When you're feeling blue.
What happened to the passion
you needed me everyday
To go through the hours
You wanted more
Than the occassional call
I want those days back.
Let's go back
To the middle of what we had
We started out normal
And grew into wanting more
Everything was incomplete
we needed each other
Counted the hours apart
Subtracted the ones together
I want that back,
wanna go back in time
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
Hate it that you only call
When you're alone
And that you need me
When you're feeling blue.
What happened to the passion
you needed me everyday
To go through the hours
You wanted more
Than the occassional call
I want those days back.
Let's go back
To the middle of what we had
We started out normal
And grew into wanting more
Everything was incomplete
we needed each other
Counted the hours apart
Subtracted the ones together
I want that back,
wanna go back in time
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