“We can’t do this anymore,” she said as she pulled on the shoulder of her dress. She avoided my gaze, as I lay on her bed. I could hear the shame just ringing in her head.
You are mine. You know that even when I leave, you’re still gonna be. You are mine. Tonight as I drive back to her, I’ll wish that she was you.
She stood brushing her hair. I gently grabbed her wrist, pretending that nothing was amiss. Resolute in my impishness, I grinned and made a joke at his expense. She fought back a smile, looked at me and said, “You know I’ll always love you best.”
You are mine. You know that even when I leave, you’re still gonna be. You are mine. tonight as I drive back to her, I’ll wish that she was you.
You are mine. You know that even when I leave, you’re still gonna be. You are mine. tonight as I drive back to her, I’ll wish that she was you.
You are mine. You know that even when I leave, you’re still gonna be. You are mine. tonight as I drive back to her, I’ll wish that she was you.