Your not just In my heart or the memory’s we made your on my floor in the form of a sweatshirt I never let you take our photograph on the wall gets dustier everyday
The things i read the words I sing will always echo your name
Your like a ghost story we heard as kids that I can’t seem to shake
Your here your there your everywhere and I do not feel ashamed
-ry (p.s don’t be a stranger)
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