There has to be a way
That I can have him
And he, I.
There has to be a single morsel of his being
That misses me just as much as I miss him!!!!
Show me Boo!
Baby I know you miss me.
Because I miss you.
And God, I would do anything to be with you
But you reject me
And make me try
And it’s for your own good, yeah I am aware
But my own good isn’t what I have been up to…so
What now?
I love you
But what does that even mean anymore…
Certainly not what it used to…
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