no, you arnt, i hate spilling milk. but really, if i had any past loves i'm sure i'd be crying too. but instead i cry over the loves i never have had and never will have...like you will
maybe its just for a day, love is as changeable as the weather & after all how little we know. who knows why an april breeze never remains, why stars in the trees hide when it rains, love comes along casting its spell.. will it sing you a song or say a farewell?
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but really, if i had any past loves i'm sure i'd be crying too. but instead i cry over the loves i never have had and never will have...like you will
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