I don't even know what this is supposed to be. I don't even know to which category I will post this. Please allow whatever needs to come out here to come out.
Every day without you feels like the first
It wont matter where I am
At work
In the street
I'll think of you,
and I'll start to weep
I mean how do you want me to combat " no contact"?
When I know our hearts have a soul contract
I don't blame you
My brand of love is something you're not used to
Those harsh words you're weapon of choice
Those harsh words you hope will push me away,
because you don't want me to discover
That you really want me to stay
I'm not getting off lightly
I'll own my mistakes,
and hold them tightly
Until you forgive me
I'll wait here quietly
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Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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