It's been three weeks since we started talking,
Sixteen days since we met,
And six days since you called it off—
Why am I still looking for a text from you?
Why can't I stop hoping?
I have hope
Tattooed across my body and mind—
And this hope will be the death of me.
Sixteen days since we met,
And six days since you called it off—
Why am I still looking for a text from you?
Why can't I stop hoping?
I have hope
Tattooed across my body and mind—
And this hope will be the death of me.
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