I heard your girlfriend doesn't like that you keep pictures of me.
And I know your girlfriend worries you're still thinking about me.
And I know you're trying,
Thinking about new possibilities.
But I know you miss me.
Cos I saw you open those letters to help you sleep.
Wish we were meant to be.
But maybe it was destiny
That we wouldn't be
Walking down the aile
Like we had dreamed
Wish that it was me
Cos you're not truly happy
But please, please
Try to be.
I heard she's jealous
Cos she knows she can't replace me.
And I know you try to but it doesn't feel right;
we both agree.
She needs some healing but you need some more, honey
And I wish that it was me
but there's a harsh bold line
and no I
can't grasp you anymore
why oh why
there's no one to ask anymore
why couldnt we
walk down the ailes
i could see you smile with me
Wish we were meant to be.
But maybe it was destiny
That we wouldn't be
Walking down the aile
Like we had dreamed
Wish that it was me
Cos you're not truly happy
But please, please
Try to be.
About the Creator
Patty
University student with a passion for writing. Hoping a little hobby can support my future.
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