Sunday, March 8, 2009

First Love


The last kiss
tasted like Tobacco
a bitter and sad smell
2mrw at tis time
wher wil u b?
who wil u b thinking abt?
u r always gonna b my love
i wil rmb to love u taught me how
u r always gonna b the 1
it's stil a sad song
until i can sing a new song

the paused time is
abt to start moving
ther's many things tat i dun want to 4get abt
2mrw at tis time
i wil probably b crying
i wil probably b thinking abt u
u wil always b inside my heart
u wil always hav ur own place
i hope tat i hav a place in ur heart too
now n 4ever u r stil the 1
it's stil a sad song
until i can sing a new song

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