Nothn like siti on te back porch
in a swing with the sun settin,
Forgettin the world is still turnin
clean air in yor lungs, a smile set,
Your heartburnin like a midnigh torch,
Aint nothin like a tear dropp slidin,
your heart, crushed but still beatin
cant figre out where you'r goin,
Your blood mixin with you'r tears,
As you be t foget, where ya been,
A few things runnin through your head,
but its just your sick of love Silhouette.
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