I remember when you would tell me about telling people about me, and now you make it seem like I never existed. It hurts knowing you'll love another, and there's nothing that helps me cope. You want someone else, that's nice.
L.O.C: 'To have my name linger on your tongue.'
I remember when you would tell me about telling people about me, and now you make it seem like I never existed. It hurts knowing you'll love another, and there's nothing that helps me cope. You want someone else, that's nice. L.O.C: 'To have my name linger on your tongue.'