Loving you was never the plan, nor was it in my intentions, a few things in common more like a best friend.
A few stolen words and some drunken kisses.
This wasnt Meant to be.
You have him, and I have her.
So why am I writing this? why do I care?
Those few things turned into more
those words mean more
and those drunken kisses is all I long for.
A few stolen words and some drunken kisses.
This wasnt Meant to be.
You have him, and I have her.
So why am I writing this? why do I care?
Those few things turned into more
those words mean more
and those drunken kisses is all I long for.
