it's time to go home
Memories of the fun that we had and photographs on the wall
Now I can't make you smile or hear you laugh anymore
And I can't help or ask, that's the point of it all
Tell me Baby,
Call it love, call it blame, call it joy, call it pain,
But I fell, call it boy what you may but its painful as hell
To be here while you're there don't need nobody else ( Read more... )
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