Short Stories She Would Sing
if February don't end soon
heart shaped people make me sick
if February doesn't end soon
i've got nothing your smile can fix
twenty eight days
twenty eight days without your son
and i would've cursed you once more
i would've left you for more
you never forced me through your door
but i would've left for more
from you to me
this was my gift to you
tell me nice things
yes i want to hear you sing
if you're at all here for me
tell me what i say just isn't true
tell February goodbye
heart shaped people leave me ill
tell February goodbye
don't forget the love you kill
fourteen nights into this day
fourteen days without you at night
i don't want to see twenty eight
without you by my side
i couldn't leave you for more
outside your door
i couldn't leave you for more
have u ever really been loved before
have you ever admired the life you lose
what time will you be in tonight
i won't wait up for you
things just may change
"short storys she would sing"
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