haunted
I'm still haunted by your ghost of course you wouldn't know how much it costs everytime I remember I cry if i say i didn't miss you i would lie everything reminds me of you but I guess our love wasn't true If It was true you wouldn't left me that way I beg God to help me forget you everytime i pray this kinda hurts like petals in the breeze Each sigh a symphony of memories But I've made my choice to never come back to you even if that comes to lose you because you were treating me like kind of toys
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