It's days like these that make me remember The love we once shared, your sweet surrender. It's days like these that make me wonder How you feel now, deep within, down under. It's days like these that make me dream Of how I wish it were still, if things were different from what they seem. It's days like these that make me cry The ones who have me down on my knees, begging for your forgiveness, and asking you why. It's days like these that make me shiver From the pain of knowing that you now might have her. It's days like these that cause me to not want to live Eight months of hoping that you'll learn to forgive.Birth sign: Pisces
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