Friday, July 27
{ 5:12 PM }
Imagine seeing him all the time,
Holding another hand.
She's starin' me down,
So I figure that he told her who I am.
But it don't matter either way,
What they do or say cause aint nothin' changed.
He's standing with her, but his soul is calling out my name.They say if you love something, you've got to let it go.
And if it comes back, then it means so much more
.Fine if it never does, at least you will know,That it was something you had to go through to grow.