He was my North, my South, East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever.
I was wrong.
Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles.
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Can I taste your lips just to bring me back
To the places we've been and the nights we've had
Because if this is it then at least we could end it right...
Why did you have to walk out of my life...