As I look down the road of my future, I wonder what’s ahead. I wonder if we’ll last, Or if you’ll get sick of me instead. I wonder if you’ll remember me still. In 4, 5, or 6 years, I wonder if I’ll be the one left crying… The one with all the tears. Will you remember how you talk to me so sweet? Will you remember how you look at me, And how you always have a smile on your face when we greet? Will you remember how much I care, And how you want me with you? Will you remember how we laugh with each other, And cry sometimes too? Will you remember how we couldn’t spend weekend apart, And your conversations on the phone with me? Will you remember all our times together? Or will I be just another lost memory?Birth sign: Scorpio
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