I remember the day I first met you,
has it really been these many years?
I remember the last day I saw you..
I remember shedding all of my tears.
I know I cannot see you,
I know that you are not fine.
I know I'm not aloud to think of you in anyway that would make you mine,
But I can't help myself of thinking of you..
Thinking of everything that you have to go through.
You did not deserve to be put to jail,
What the hell where the cops thinking?
I know they mean good but sometimes I think they're messing with the wrong hood.
