I thought you had left me for good All good things come to an end Or so they say I don't You come to me when I'm in my car Your fingerprints still reside on My CD player Mingled with mine We are dead, I choose to believe that But sometimes I see ghosts, do you In my dreams of you
Reason for writing:
Weird and short I know, but I hope it makes since to you tooBirth sign: Aries
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