"Forgotten"
Winters are cold, Summers are hot you've treated me like a disoriented child even if You never stopped loving me, me moving on just seems wiser you've took My joy, My child spirit and crushed it, now i'm just a sad girl with no love or respect sometimes i wish things would have Turned out different but then i remember You never put your heart or mind to it...
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