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by heretostay Oct 30, 2006 category : Love, romance / lost love
One day I saw you walking, And I came up to you and started talking. I knew I wanted to be with you, And I wanted to grow old with you. We started hanging out, And we never fought. Being with you was the greatest feeling, All my emptiness started healing. I wish you would still be mine, We broke up on week nine. I still think of you each night, Wishing you were with me everynight.