Humble confessions
Is it terrible of me to half hope that it'll rain tomorrow so history can repeat itself?I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, there's only you & me.
posted by wantington-ny @ 10:42 PM
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