Anniversary.
In four days it'll be the anniversary of my lame crush.
It'll have been a whole year of butterflies and feelings kept to myself.
It'll be a whole year of you not knowing how I feel.
What am I to you?
Too bad you won't be here to celebrate the anniversary with me.
It'll have been a whole year of butterflies and feelings kept to myself.
It'll be a whole year of you not knowing how I feel.
What am I to you?
Too bad you won't be here to celebrate the anniversary with me.
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