Its been three and half years.
She still exists in my prayers. Stuck in my mind like an penchant melody. And her memories, they haunt me.
It's been three and a half years...
The demons within me still cry out her name,
in the middle of the night. And my sheets still has the scent of her body. A body so fine it could burn an hour glass to shame.
Its been three and a half years...
I still see her in the same Church, where we first met. every Sunday talking with the guy that claimed to love her.
Its been three and a half years.
Yeah I never really did move on..
Never did I put up to grabs my heart that she broke into pieces.
Another few years.
She'll see me in the same Church. No I won't be broken, won't be the same. Just a little too much in love with her. Still just a little too hopeful.
