I used to think that you were mine
And I knew I could tell you
… how I felt.
You were my soul
Part of my whole
My anchor and My being.
But then I had to go
You see, I have to have
A life of my own.
Of life... and its quirks.
I used to think that you were mine
And I knew I could tell you
… how I felt.
You were my soul
Part of my whole
My anchor and My being.
But then I had to go
You see, I have to have
A life of my own.
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