Do you know I still think about you from time to time?
While our lives race bye and bye.
Why am so hung up on you?
After all the stuff you put me through.
Did you know where you left me?
On the porch, dark and empty.
How did you make me feel so great?
When my heart was full of hate.
Why did it feel like to get your love,
I had to stand in line and push and shove?
How could I be so naive?
Now I just sit here and I grieve.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Do you know I still think about you from time to time?
While our lives race bye and bye.
Why am so hung up on you?
After all the stuff you put me through.
Did you know where you left me?
On the porch, dark and empty.
How did you make me feel so great?
When my heart was full of hate.
Why did it feel like to get your love,
I had to stand in line and push and shove?
How could I be so naive?
Now I just sit here and I grieve.
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