its midnight on the city all i think of is you how to say it all is so true i cant tell you no more when will we meet again all of a sudden i make my first move then you are stricken with a disease i am that disease every woman goes through it its midnight your on my mind i dont know how to tell you all of this yet some how its true all the lies lead to the truth we were meant to be and how can that be your my friend my only friend and i think you are so kind then my mind goes blank the black covers it all when will you become mine? when will you become mine?
Reason for writing:
thoughts in my head un finished
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