Frank still makes me sad,
I think about all the dreams we had,
Chilling and smoking at the crib,
I don't know the last time I smiled like that.
Even when it got bad,
You were the only one I ever wanted,
Your side of the bed is still empty,
Has me turned around and
Thinkin bout all the things I did wrong.
And you were my man, yeah,
I mistrusted and I know,
You finally let go, and so,
I'm just still right here,
Thinkin bout all the things I did wrong.
Just thinking bout,
Maybe one day you'll see this,
Read this, Talk to me,
If not, I love you and
I'm thinkin bout all the things I did wrong
Yeah, All those stupid things.
I'm sorry.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
Frank still makes me sad,
I think about all the dreams we had,
Chilling and smoking at the crib,
I don't know the last time I smiled like that.
Even when it got bad,
You were the only one I ever wanted,
Your side of the bed is still empty,
Has me turned around and
Thinkin bout all the things I did wrong.
And you were my man, yeah,
I mistrusted and I know,
You finally let go, and so,
I'm just still right here,
Thinkin bout all the things I did wrong.
Just thinking bout,
Maybe one day you'll see this,
Read this, Talk to me,
If not, I love you and
I'm thinkin bout all the things I did wrong
Yeah, All those stupid things.
I'm sorry.
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