In my mind, not on it, but always poking through.
In my heart, not of it, the love I feel for you.
I did not want to love you and I do not want to stop.
My words, I love you most when into mind you pop.
In my mind, not on it, but always poking through. In my heart, not of it, the love I feel for you. I did not want to love you and I do not want to stop. My words, I love you most when into mind you pop. |
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