You standing over there
In your mind without a care
A glance turned into a glare
Say it's simple but I cannot even bare
The thought of you sitting next to me
And loving me but just as friends
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
You standing over there
In your mind without a care
A glance turned into a glare
Say it's simple but I cannot even bare
The thought of you sitting next to me
And loving me but just as friends
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