If there is a chance, maybe we will make a different. But I don’t regret being together with you.
Because you had makes things change, and its better.
I miss you a little and I guess you could say .
A little too much, a little too often, a little more each day.
A little mistake to make feelings fade a little?
A little jealousy makes small things a little bigger?
A little prints, a little mermories?
So little and things end up to be so big.
Loves, could be a little better?
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