
I think of you sometimes
Before I sleep
Before I dream
I think it’s done this time
I can’t believe
I can’t believe
You weren’t supposed to leave
And now you’re gone
Now you’re gone
What have you done to me
And now you…
makes me wanna kill myself that’s how yk it’s good
Why did he have to move away? Only because I missed him does…
i hope he comes back
Last time of me being the lover boy.
