Somewhere in my closet is that fuzzy sweater That always made me look odd I don't wear the sweater anymore Since the day you left I don't think I have seen it since Like the black Levi sweatshirt and blue clogs On the say that he died This hurts more Hearing the song I first did after you kissed me I remember the day on the yellow grass The day that you weren't with me You weren't really even with me, were you?
Reason for writing:
Memories of an exboyfriend.
Birth sign: Libra
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