Saturday, 17 March 2012

The One

I used to think that he was the one
The one I would grow old with
But I guess not
I used to think he would the one I would go to bed with every night
and wake up beside every morning
But I guess not
I used to think he was the one to hold me tight and tell me
everything will be alright
The one who would never do my wrong
I used to think he was the one
But I guess the jokes on me

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