Looking out the window tryna imagine you with me,
but in reality, there is only me.
sitting beside the window tryna make new memories,
holding down my feelings, trying to picture it.
it was worse losing you, but far worse to be hurt by you
you should be here with me, and not with him.
I never judge you for anything, I gave you what you had which is; ''everything''
yet you never ever thanked me.
I look deeply to the sky trying to see you,
but my heart hurts deeply while thinking 'bout you.
To explain this in words is difficult for me,
that is why my only wish is that; ''could you be kissing me?''.
Only one thing I could dream of, one thing I could think of
to make a new memory then make history, hopely some day
you will know, how much all this felt on me
Girl and all this text for me... Uh..
I mean it seriously.
by: rickyboy
