a plea, a call, a cry...for you for help im sorry a thousand times
i played kickball today. across the street from the brickwall i remember staring at so i wouldn't have to look you in the eyes the first time we spoke.
not when you asked me the time or the other one i can't remember, but the day i wore the black turtle neck that gives me curves even though it was the beginning of march.
that brickwall was where i lied to you. told you i was 19 when my birthday was still a few days away.
is this all i have of you -- memories?
is this all i will ever have?
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do you still remember my name? do you still check to see what i say? if i made all the posts about you public would you comment? i would like you to know how i feel. i've always had a problem letting you know that. yet you were the only one who listened. i think you're the only one who understands.
not when you asked me the time or the other one i can't remember, but the day i wore the black turtle neck that gives me curves even though it was the beginning of march.
that brickwall was where i lied to you. told you i was 19 when my birthday was still a few days away.
is this all i have of you -- memories?
is this all i will ever have?
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do you still remember my name? do you still check to see what i say? if i made all the posts about you public would you comment? i would like you to know how i feel. i've always had a problem letting you know that. yet you were the only one who listened. i think you're the only one who understands.