You’d trot up to me like an aged horse
our pasture matted down by our footprints
I’d ask you the same advice I always do
You don’t reply, that’s never the issue
They get jealous and insecure, but you’re nothing more than an old friend
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 1:47 PM UTC
You’d trot up to me like an aged horse
our pasture matted down by our footprints
I’d ask you the same advice I always do
You don’t reply, that’s never the issue
They get jealous and insecure, but you’re nothing more than an old friend
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