Some people have lives; some people have music.
The kind of days that i sit here and think about the past and the things i miss
I miss how soft your lips were i miss you telling me you love me and youd always be there i miss the dates we went on where wed run around town not caring what we do as long as its with eachother i miss you alot these days but i dont want to see you i want to see the you that loved me
how do i stop growing up this isn’t fun anymore
Lol never heard that before