It's 3:42.
I'm laying in bed thinking about you.
Broken, hurt, nevertheless but sad.
You always do this but I still come running back.
Now its 3:43 and I'm still thinking about you,
remembering how we used to be happy at 3:42.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
It's 3:42.
I'm laying in bed thinking about you.
Broken, hurt, nevertheless but sad.
You always do this but I still come running back.
Now its 3:43 and I'm still thinking about you,
remembering how we used to be happy at 3:42.
