everytime i listen to this song the tear drops drop on their own
my innerself asks why did i play it
my heart wants to run to him
my thoughts are consumed
i can see him sittin in his chevy outside my home
i can smell him and his cheap cologne
i can picture us holding hands as he drives
i can see my smile and feeling like i had it all
but i had nothing at all
im broken and have yet to be fixed i hate our memories, shit i hate this.
but i dont hate him, i thank him..yes i thank him.
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