Hey,
I know that now we barely talk
You're still on my mind a lot
Somehow we're separate,
and all of our building blocks have somehow turned to chalk
I'll always miss you
Especially when the nights get dark
I'm gonna wait up and hope that you'll call
Am I on your mind a lot?
Do you think of me at all?
I hope we make it to the next bit
My motivation is hitting a wall
I'll always love you
I promise you will always have every bit of my heart
I promise I'll rebuild these blocks,
so I can write I love you with the chalk
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So cute